Anybody rememer the old wheelhouse restaurant in Seagrove? It served good old southern-friend heart attack breakfasts in the morning, and during lunch they'd serve vegetables out of giant cans and chilean beef-like stuff to the construction workers, and then they'd serve meat-n-3's to the 4pm looney-pinching snowbird diners.
Then it "burned down" as we say here in SOWALMART...and now it's as black inside as a Walton county commissioner's heart (and that is a DAAARK place, children).
Wonder what 18-story "community" JOE might have planned for that location (now that the "MARKET HAS MIRACULOUSLY BOUNCED BACK to BIG SUPER #1 EVERYTHING OK TIME" as the few remaining realtors like to repeat over and over in hopes that if they say it often enough to enough stupid people that it will somehow come true)?
Anyway, the ladies who served the food were great. They were pros ay slinging hash and pouring gallons of coffee---and the coffee was always hot. But the grits, they often could be served cold, though, and the former politician/felon who ran the place could get damn sure get on your nerves, but that was part of the charm of the old Wheelhouse---it truly was a microcosm of SOWALMART: too little parking, too many people wanting in, cold grits at inflated prices, and just when you fall in love with the rancid old shed, it gets 'burned down.'
Then it "burned down" as we say here in SOWALMART...and now it's as black inside as a Walton county commissioner's heart (and that is a DAAARK place, children).
Wonder what 18-story "community" JOE might have planned for that location (now that the "MARKET HAS MIRACULOUSLY BOUNCED BACK to BIG SUPER #1 EVERYTHING OK TIME" as the few remaining realtors like to repeat over and over in hopes that if they say it often enough to enough stupid people that it will somehow come true)?
Anyway, the ladies who served the food were great. They were pros ay slinging hash and pouring gallons of coffee---and the coffee was always hot. But the grits, they often could be served cold, though, and the former politician/felon who ran the place could get damn sure get on your nerves, but that was part of the charm of the old Wheelhouse---it truly was a microcosm of SOWALMART: too little parking, too many people wanting in, cold grits at inflated prices, and just when you fall in love with the rancid old shed, it gets 'burned down.'