Last month I found myself in a similar restaurant in two different states. Deja Vu.
While working on a new listing in Venice, at lunchtime I googled a nearby place to eat. I was directed back toward Interstate 75 and instructed to take a turn down a dirt road that did not look like a road to a restaurant.
After I nearly lost my shocks in a combination of potholes, I pulled over and asked the truck driver passing me, 'Is there a restaurant down there?''Straight ahead, you’re almost there.'
With one eye on potholes and the other on the beautiful homes, I finally arrived at the Myakka River and Snook Haven.
A quick bite of the BBQ special and a walk around the grounds convinced me to revisit with a group of friends to kayak and dine.
Fast forward two weeks and I am now in Lake Tahoe celebrating my mother’s 80th birthday. Who better to ask where to take her for lunch tomorrow than Captain Clark?
So again, I found myself traveling roads unknown up and down the mountains in an unfamiliar little rental car. Are we there yet? Even the GPS wasn’t working up in the mountains 100% of the time, and after 45 minutes I began to wonder. Over the creek and turn left and we arrived.
This time on a more leisurely schedule we explored the paths and admired the fauna. Again, I ordered the house special, a bowl, not a cup of Mountain Stew.
This Camp is suited for cyclists, naturalists, and fly fishermen a great place for lunch, but I’ll stay at Harvey’s again.
