It was a no burn zone all over the Gulf Coast, mainly because (like Georgia) there hadn't been much of any rain around those parts. The rule in the campground was that you could not use the fire pits provided but you could use a propane or charcoal grill that you brought with you. We brought no grill so breakfast was out…well, we could have eaten nuts and stinky cheese but, well, we weren't doing it. We went to Coneheads, one of the few businesses along the only road that led to the park. One of, actually, about two-maybe three businesses that served food of any kind in about a ten (maybe more) mile radius (extending mainly in one direction, this radius) of the park. It was a peninsula, you see. I agonized over whether to get and bacon egg and cheese sandwich or my more traditional combo. As always I was not bold. Two eggs, over medium with grits, biscuit and sausage patty. Decent. Nothing mindblowing but filling. The grits were maybe a little too buttery. Maybe.
It was a no burn zone all over the Gulf Coast, mainly because (like Georgia) there hadn't been much of any rain around those parts. The rule in the campground was that you could not use the fire pits provided but you could use a propane or charcoal grill that you brought with you. We brought no grill so breakfast was out…well, we could have eaten nuts and stinky cheese but, well, we weren't doing it. We went to Coneheads, one of the few businesses along the only road that led to the park. One of, actually, about two-maybe three businesses that served food of any kind in about a ten (maybe more) mile radius (extending mainly in one direction, this radius) of the park. It was a peninsula, you see. I agonized over whether to get and bacon egg and cheese sandwich or my more traditional combo. As always I was not bold. Two eggs, over medium with grits, biscuit and sausage patty. Decent. Nothing mindblowing but filling. The grits were maybe a little too buttery. Maybe.
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