We had planned to partake of a Reuben and a Grouper Reuben at Captain Fishbone's Grill, right next to The Shell Factory. You could tell that a similiar mind had decorated the two (possibly a native Floridian interior designer with a sense of humor and a hangover, possibly the work of an itinerant beach bum searching for his lost shaker of salt), because there were totally-natural-and-not-at-all fake milieus of pirates and pirate lasses (oddly dressed like French mimes) grouped around shimmering plastic gold coins. In case you were slow on the uptake, big signs proclaimed, "Photo Op!!" I mean, because you could think that it was just a serious art installation.
Anyway, we got all settled into a booth in the dim and damp-smelling Cap't Fishbone's. And waited. Looked at the menu. And then realized that they only served sandwiches until 4 p.m.--and it was now 6. The waitress finally staggered to our table (that one other table of guests must have been running her ragged) and she confirmed that yes, yes, they did stop serving sandwiches at 4. So we left. Because there were only like five other entrees that weren't sandwiches and none of them looked at all appetizing.
We drove to Cape Coral in search of sustenance. Either Cape Coral is a pre-fab ghost town, or we were on the front edge of a building boom that the developers hadn't caught up with--there were simply dozens of scrumptious-looking buildings and strip malls that would seem to herald civilization and food, but they were devastatingly empty. We finally spied an Outback Steakhouse, but it was so busy that people were parking in the grass verges outside the parking lot. I don't know whether they were pouring free beer or what!
We drove and drove and drove and we were all, let me tell you, totally cheerful this whole time. Hahahahahahahaha! At long last, I spotted trees growing on a roof and cried, "Pasta straight ahead!" It was a Carabba's, cute Italianesque waiters and cold beer and lovely, lovely pasta. There was a problem with contaminated water, apparently, so Chris was denied sweet tea; but I had chicken that was ohsogood and Chris enjoyed salmon and the boys played with dough while we waited and basically, we left with our faith in Italian food intact.
By the time we got to camp, it was raining and we couldn't swim, so we went to the grocery and then mucked around with pictures and stuff until we all collapsed, totally ready for another thrilling day!