Saturday, February 20, 2010

Sugarloaf Lodge

The morning after the night before at Lisa and Josh's was no place to put breakfast on the table. We left the wreckage and crossed the Overseas Highway on Josh's recommendation."They make great biscuits and gravy!" he enthused with all the vigor of a man who had mixed whisky and Grappa the night before. I was dubious, as my history with the Lodge at Mile Marker 17 was one of fried food and not very remarkable at that.The lodge is a remnant of the glorious 1960s or thereabouts, covered in tropical foliage.The dining room looks out onto salt water, a view interrupted by the outdoor tiki bar set on a promontory of land. Josh and I shared a romantic tiki lighted dinner there one night when our wives were away. I found it odd that we ordered food by cell phone from the restaurant across the water and our waitress hauled the food out to us. It is an odd system but it worked. For breakfast we stayed indoors on a cold gray morning, close to the kitchen.The dining room has that definite Cold War era old fashioned air of Naugahyde and wagon wheel chandeliers. the coffee was sweet enough not to need milk and plentiful.
Josh likes his biscuits and gravy enough to make him possessive:
Following his advice I asked for a half order with corned beef hash instead of potatoes and we shared an order of link sausages. Instead we got this:"I threw in some potatoes anyway..." our waitress said and they were quite delicious so I'm glad she did. One might be tempted to order more coffee and sit outside, or even take breakfast on the patio outside, but on a cold windy 60 degree (15C) morning we just went for a quick, brisk stroll and hurried back towards the car.In the right weather this would be delightful:
So would the tiki bar:
The Sugarloaf Lodge is, as it's name implies, a motel:
And like motels everywhere it has mysterious members of staff scurrying about on unidentified missions using golf carts to rush back and forth:

I rated breakfast a success, thanked Josh for his inspiration and my wife and I rushed home to watch a video and huddle under blankets wishing winter would end soon.