The drive to Schooner's was EPIC, thanx to fog & traffic, but I made it for this historic face-to-face lunch battle. This place was totally amazing. Got the blackened grouper basket, and it was unreal, as was the view of the beach, the waitress, and the imaginary blues band that should've been playing sad Corona jamz while we ate. My foe was as formidable as ever, but ultimately I think he made a great choice. (Oh yeah, we also shared some killer mozzy stix)
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