Pop's Sunset Grill, Revisited!!

Inspired by Hunter's Restaurant Review on mac & cheese in Venice, Becky and Linda went to Pop's Sunset Grill to test the "BEST" Fried Mac&Cheese Ever. Hunter gave it the top spot on his review of three mac&cheese dishes at local (Venice) restaurants.
The kids' menu is named after Junior, the white bird that sits on the rail at Pop's. That's where we found the Fried Mac & Cheese. We were allowed to order from the Junior menu.
The Fried Mac&Cheese was everything he said it was. Who knew? When we heard that the manager was going to take it off the menu and offer a more standard mac and cheese as a side, we gave them our sad faces...well, maybe they'll reconsider...possibly put Fried Mac&Cheese on the appetizer list on the new menu after they take it off the kids' menu. There's still hope, Hunter, that you can come next Christmas and get your beloved BEST Fried Mac&Cheese Ever.

Note to Pop's readers: If you want to see Hunter's Restaurant Review, scroll down a long way to the Blog Archive in the left column (you'll see a big gap of space before you get to it). Click on 2009 where Thursday, December 31 will pop up. Scroll down to Wednesday, December 30 where Hunter's Restaurant Review is written.

shark tooth hunting

hey guys, it's been cold for WEEKS and the poor vacationers are limited to shark tooth hunting in the waves. check out this poor chick who's making an effort...nothing like walking down boca grande on a sunny day...

Going to Coasters

We tried out a new restaurant on the intracoastal waterway--Coasters. We'd spotted it earlier one sunny day with the Underwoods while Dave was driving the boat. It was a nice place but the rest of the stylin' boardwalk was deserted. Hard times.

Thought this sign was cute.

Why Is It Called Greenland?

I was rummaging through pictures from our trip to Iceland and Norway and came across these crude but interesting shots of Greenland taken from our flight from Iceland to Minneapolis.

3 pins in 3 minutes

Pastor Dave has gone...

Sadly, but not unexpectedly, our beloved pastor died of leukemia yesterday. He was 51. He lived with what he called a "blood disorder" for many years but it wasn't until the last year that we really understood what was wrong. He tried valiantly to stay-- twice-weekly blood transfusions kept him in the pulpit for the last three months. But, by the last Sunday of Advent, he was too weak to deliver his sermon. At that point, he decided to stop the transfusions and we never saw him again. His parents came to nurse him with the help of Hopsice and he died one month later.

He was unmarried so he belonged almost completely to us. The one good thing about this is that we have only ourselves and his parents to comfort after our great loss. One comfort: Our Haitian missionary is here and can help us celebrate the life of Pastor Dave next Wednesday.

Toasting the Marathoner

Becky Lynn and Virg hosted a toast to the marathoner this evening. We drove to North Fort Meyers to celebrate one more time. We gathered in the pool area as the sun began its descent and stayed long enough to enjoy the lighting of the night--the lamp posts linked like diamonds on a necklace along the canal.
Here's to the hard year of work that Adam put into preparing for his run around Disney World. It paid off with wonderful success!
No champagne for the marathoner's wife. She gets lemonade...note the baby bump that's beginning to show. :)