GULFPORT’S CHOCOLATE DEVASTATION
Well, it had been over 8 hours since I promised my first born to the health-Nazi god, if sugar ever should touch my lips again. My guilt at the time was overwhelming after I again finished off my “for-company-only” goodie stash. No matter where I hide it, the nose knows!
So with good intentions to have a healthy lunch, I strolled over to The Village Pub one late afternoon after a long beach walk to have some deep fried fish slathered in tarter sauce, along with French fried potato planks and, of course, coleslaw.
The fish and fries were hot and tasty and the coleslaw creamy, cold and crisp. The meal was good. And I am starting to accept the yellow color in the fish batter, which was crispy and not greasy. But I still wouldn’t bring company there. I just don’t find the fish fry all that special. To me I wanted some more “aaahhh” in the meal. Fresh cut fries with the skin left on. More sweet-sour punch in the coleslaw.
I was even thinking it would be over the top if they offered to cook a fisherman’s fresh catch during their slow time between lunch and dinner. It would add to Gulfport’s quirky Old-Key-West character.
The atmosphere is just so charming, a delightful, laid back, beachy kind of experience, watching sailboats, cyclists, and walkers and listening to screeching seagulls, giggling kids, and lively background music. The décor is homey and clean, with a few nautical touches. My English waitress was friendly, informative and efficient. With her sweet disposition and flirty British accent, she could do no wrong.
But because I didn’t get too much “AAAHHH,” I started to think about an English peach crumble or a blueberry grunt or something chocolate that would sedate the raging sugar bear in me. The Village Pub makes a trifle and a brownie in house, so I went with the brownie, completely forgetting my promise to the health-Nazi god. Oh, well, I can lift my bottom on that wagon again another time
But then my heart sank as the waitress disappeared: I forgot to mention to warm it; I forgot to mention the whip cream or even ice cream; I forgot to inquire if it were a “real” brownie, with a crispy surface texture, enveloping a velvety dense chocolate cakey goodness of exploding chocolate flavors….not the usual blah fudge cake that folks keep trying to pass off as a brownie.
My fears where unfounded as I beheld a pedestal bowl of a in-your-face, big, bold, warm, bodacious brownie sundae, with a cherry on top, too! I got my “aaahhh!” for the day.
And our first item for Gulfport’s Bucket List:
101 Things You Have to do in Gulfport Before You Die:
1) Enjoy The Village Pub’s Bodacious Brownie Sundae
To Good Times, Good Friends, and Good Food,
Foodie Adventurer