
The "Mariner"
We miss Old Cap'n Pat. He was a cantankerous crusty old fart, but he was curiously lovable and always interesting. When he "owned" the Marina Bar & Grill on Shady Street it was a seedy, grimey dump that probably violated every health, building and safety code the stateys have come up with. Heck, even dogs roamed the kitchen ("Dogs can't read the 'No Dogs Allowed' signs" said Capt. Pat). But despite the ramshackle lean-too architecture and shower curtain tree wraps, the place had a pirate feel and really good blue-cheese burgers. It attracted large crowds for lunch and was a pretty cool place to watch the sunset and quaff a brew after pretending to work.

The patio deck sans pooches.
But as Old Tojo might say: "Yin and Yang very powerful. Don't mess with Yin-Yang" What he means is: Where you improve in one area you may fall back in others. I am afraid to say that may be the case here, at least in the early stages of working out the kinks of a new operation.
Kinda plain looking isn't it?
Bacon was requested but, although it came with the club sandwhich, it could not be added to the burger. It was good but how badly can you screw up these ingredients? The old "Bleu" was much greasier and messier and thicker. It required a bib. No so much this tamer version.I tried the ubiquitous hamburger steak. It was covered with gravy, mushrooms and onions and was a little thin but good nonetheless. It was served on a bed of bread which was somewhat unusual but I did not have to eat the bread so it did not interfere with my enjoyment of the protein.
Prices were comparable to other places but I have to say I have been spoiled at Lunde's where for the same price you can get cornbread, blackened pork loin and homecooked veggies with a little tang to them. The Marina is not the kind of place Chase N. Allpots or Whig in a Blanket would consider. Too sparse and basic. No tablecloths, no cutlery and no crockery. And I-your humble Cornbread Carp--could not find any cornbread and I am fairly certain no real butter was anywhere near.
There is one thing the Marina Bar & Grill has going for it that no other place can match: It is the only restaurant in the Gump actually on the river. You can eat and launch your boat at the Marina because it really is a working marina with gas pumps and a floating party room in the shape of a riverboat. If you can find it, it is somewhat of a destination restaurant.
So we at LITG are pulling for the new owners to make it at the Marina. We will visit again in a few weeks and see how they have improved. So what would Cap'n Pat say? "You spent too much time fixing up the place and not enough on the menu." But, he would say it with a sarcastic smile so you could not tell whether he was kidding and really proud. I think he would be proud.

Regarding the Marina Restaurant, August 2010 version: A visit today with a friend brought some interesting revelations.
ReplyDeleteApproaching the place, we noticed a large "For Sale" sign at the most-urbanized corner of the entire property, saying the entire property was for sale. I wonder if that includes both houses? How much for all of it? What's the income stream?
We parked right next to the handicapped space right next to the front door, a prime spot considering the rolling asphalt/sand/grass contours of the main lot. We noticed much water on the ground at the entrance, and assumed something was busted, or the air conditioner was dehumidifying in overdrive. Noticing water dripping from the eaves, I stepped back, and spied a typical Marina fabrication: white plastic pipe with sprinklers along the peak of the tin roof, spraying water in profusion. The water slides down the tin, taking some heat with it, and life is better for all inside on a hot day. Just mind the puddles, and step on the high spots.
Inside, the placed was packed because the deck was too hot, except for two brave souls in a shady spot. (The water dripped off the corrugated fiberglass back there, so all roof surfaces were well-covered by sprinklers. See above.) We were seated quickly, got our order in, and watched the bustle of the place.
John had his assistant captain (his wife), plus the first mate from the epic voyage of the Harriott II across the Gulf, plus 3 or 4 waitresses (hard to count since they were constantly moving), and 3 people in the kitchen. Everything was covered.
I got the chicken salad plate with fruit and my friend got a club sandwich with "half and half" (onion rings and fries). As one waitress there used to say: "It's just good ol' Marina food." Somebody behind us got red beans and rice, so John is slowly adding things to the menu.
We left in good time to get back to work downtown. At the check-out, John has re-instated the candy jar with Tootsie Roll delicacies, but John, you need more Hershey's chocolates.
I believe every table in the place was filled today, refreshements were served (and served very well), and a good time was had by all. I'm going back.
Wilma will enjoy that someone still remembers her infamous "help yourself to free candy at the end of the bar" bowl.
DeleteNice comment George. I too ventured back to the Marina for a follow-up visit and drug along some associates lured by the promise of a free lunch. The "ribbon cutting" was this morning and the place was busy. Unfortunately, there was a table of 20 mostly overweight Statey's (separate checks please) chowing down on burgers inside which apparently caused the whole kitchen operation to suffer. We had four orders. The red beans and rice came out first. They were good. 20 minutes later came the fried catfish. OK. Then, a few minutes later, came the most difficult orders: Two chicken salad sandwhiches. I can't tell you how many times the waitress apologized to us and to every table around us. Seemed like every first sentence was "Hey Guys, I'm really sorry...."
ReplyDeleteSo, I would say the opening pains continue but the place has so much going for it (city and water view) that once it works out the kinks should return to its past (I cannot say "glory") levels of service and food.