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O'Maddy's

Down the road a short distance is a town called Gulfport.  It is sandwiched by St. Petersburg and is one of those places that if you didn't read the signs would never guess you were leaving one city and entering another.  This little bohemian town prides itself on its arts, its Pier and its cool places to eat.  One of those places is called O'Maddy's and, like all Florida spots, has outdoor seating complete with heat lamps for those chilly nights.  half of it is a bar and the other half is a restaurant.  Thanks to group on we enjoyed a meal there recently. It is always crowded so one puts in their party with the outside reservationist and then you can amble on the Pier for awhile.  If you don't make it back in time someone will come up and get you.



The picturesque views from the long walkway is breathtaking.


There's O'Maddys down the ramp and across the street.


Street lamps along the Pier light the way.


I live near the small center building.  That is the Ceridian tower.


Boats anchored in the Gulf.  Or is this a cove?  


This is me trying to get fancy schmancy with the camera.  Nothing to see, folks, just move along.


Two signs denoting Cat 1-7' and Cat 2-11'.  Your guess is as good as mine.  My guess is the wave height of a category hurricane.   Your guess?


I had the flounder, which was very good,  but also had these gator bites for an appetizer.  The bites were good but the sauce was too hot.  Should have ordered them naked.

The place was good enough to take Tim and Carrie when they visited shortly after these pics were taken.  Unfortunately the lobster BLT sucked but the appetizers, Kobi, was excellent. 

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