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Mar 01

Shooters Waterfront Cafe may or may not float your boat!

Shooters really misses the mark!
Back in Fort Lauderdale and Mike says we’ll go to Shooters
I think that name suggests either big guns or Small hooters
For the fare that’s on offer, the prices are steep,
And, if you like your liquor, at the bill you will weep,
But still, it employs the students and tutors!

I was picked up at the airport in Fort Lauderdale at around 6:45PM after having left home in Ottawa at 11AM that same morning. Air travel now being as minimalistic as it now is, I was offered nothing on either flight (Ottawa – O’Hare, O’Hare – Ft. Lauderdale) other than a spectacularly uninspiring package of pretzels. Although my American Express Platinum card gave me access to the Presidents Lounges, I was unable to take advantage of this since de-icing in Ottawa meant that I had to run from gate to gate at O’Hare and only just made the connection.

All of this back-story is given to explain why, when given the option of eating either in Fort Lauderdale or waiting 90 mins until we reached Stuart, our final destination, I opted for the former, since all I had eaten  since early that morning was a couple of mouthfuls of trail mix. Mike claimed to know exactly where he was going, since we were returning to an old haunt of his. I had experienced this same certitude once before in New York,  where he took me the wrong way down a one-way street and stopped in the middle of an intersection of two major highways while he collected his bearings. To be fair though, after only a slight detour, we did find Shooters (I think maybe he was REALLY looking for Hooters though).

From the outside, the place looks fine, even if pre-paid valet parking does not really sit well with me. However, once we hit the reception desk, things started to go South. We were looking at a 45 minute wait and I was already quite hungry.

A helpful hostess explained that if we were prepared to eat outside, we would not need to wait. It was a cool evening  but we both had jackets and besides, there would be space heaters, we were told. We decided to explore this option and thus were escorted to a second desk. Now we were told that there would be a 15 minute wait?! In addition, on the entire spacious patio, there were only two space heaters and they were already well populated. We expressed our displeasure at having been mislead and accepted the ubiquitous and slightly obnoxious miniature flying saucer that would  annoyingly flash and beep when our table was ready. We headed to the bar to drown our sorrows and dull our hunger.

I chose a rye and ginger and Mike a very dry martini. After an admittedly generous tip, there was no change from a $20 bill, which struck me as rather steep.

A dock-side hotspot?

We were electronically summoned before finishing our drinks and were escorted to a table within spitting distance of one of the two heaters (see picture). We were summarily ignored for the next 10 minutes. It turned out that the servers had seen that we had drinks and therefore each assumed that another was taking care of us. Huh?

As one might expect, seafood featured prominently on the menu. Guess what Mike doesn’t eat? I can’t help feeling that he would be better off in Wyoming than in Florida. Personally, I opted for the seafood platter once I had ascertained that it would not be breaded. Our server soon came back to inform me that they were out of mahi-mahi which was part of my dish. They apparently were well-stocked on cow though, so Mike was alright.
As we waited for our meals to arrive, we were treated to the spectacle of some fifty-somethings attempting to publicly let their hair down on the cramped deck of a motorboat docked at the restaurant. It looked a little surreal and really not particularly that much fun. All a little too pretentious for my liking! It was a Sunday night though. Perhaps the real parties happen on Fridays and Saturdays?
When the food arrived, it was plentiful and relatively tasty if not particularly warm. It did not blow me away but as you can guess, just about anything would have been OK with me at this point. When the bill arrived, it was $60+ with two drinks but no coffees or dessert. As you can probably guess, I would not rush to go back unless it’s the only place in town that Mike can navigate to ;-)

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