Eats Waller Tees off at the

Caddy Shack

     With all the hoopla of World Golf Village,

$150 green fees, world famous celebrities and

the IMax Theater,  Eats eats at St. Johns

County's very own Murry Brother's, Upscale,

Red-Neck Sports Saloon.  The gleaming

horseshoe bar, sports green shirted, scurrying

waiters and a diverse but conventional menu.

The larger-than-life, slapstick decor outdoes

itself with a gumball-pinball machine, a mutilated

marlin, numerous faux alligators and a hay-

burning, two wheeler's dream machine.  What

more could the dining public want than to sit

under big fish decorated by pubescent boys and

knock back pulled pork and iceberg lettuce

salads.

 

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The concierge (above) displays

an unidentified Tartan. Clan

Murray is an old family in the

the Highlands but its plaid is

pictured below:

I guess the Murray Brothers

aren't particular what clan they

represent at their back door -

(pictured near right).  The

alligator pictured at the front

door (far right) has no Tartan,

only a gray tee-shirt, maybe it's

a Hollywood-ite?

Save on Factory Seconds from Beer Machine

   The marlin blew my mind.  It has a golf ball shoved

in its eye socket, a two iron stuffed in its nose, a hole

#19 flag jammed into a gash in its side.  I  mean.

Hey.  You can't make this stuff up.  It's ghastly.

  

The building has been struck at least twice by

giant golf balls and the walls are cracked (see

pictures above and above right).  I assumed that

the giant golf balls may not be real and that the

cracks are "Hollywood-dutchmaning."  As it

happened, the house did not collapse when I

entered.

   The interior of the building was cavernous, not

what I would expect for a campy, nouveau riche,

sports bar.  The architecture inside would be

better suited to a Posh, Campy, French

restaurant with its high ceilings and private dining

rooms.

 
  

The horseshoe bar was a beauty.  It gleamed with polished wood and

sparkling appointments not the least of which were the beer taps. It was

early in the afternoon - four o'clockish when I arrived.  I expected to find

the place nearly deserted, since there was  practically no traffic in World

Golf Village that afternoon, yet the main dining room was about half full.

Scattered around the dining room were exhibits of unusual items; things I

generally wouldn't expect to find in a restaurant dining room.  I suppose

this is an attempt at the comedic eclectic.  This motorcycle has a pitch

fork in the place of the passenger seat.  I truly wondered for a moment if it

could be some new design that burns hay before it becomes a fossil fuel.

  That would make sense, but we already have that.  They are called

horses.

   The riding lawn mower interested me.  It made me wonder if Bill expects

to earn his living by cutting grass if the restaurant or the movie business

slows down.  But then, I noticed the brand name - Murray.  They should

paint it with the family Tartan, maybe? 

The Food

     My friend John likes to go to the Caddy Shack, he says, because he likes the barbecued, pulled pork sandwich, so I ordered that.  It was a big sandwich and it came with fries.  It was pretty good, but I couldn't help remembering the barbecued pulled pork I had at the Monteagle Truck Plaza.  It was two dollars cheaper, the barbecue sauce was better, it came with over-cooked string beans and mashed potatoes.  The salad bar was included.  The Caddy Shack gave me a small iceberg lettuce salad.  Iceberg lettuce - indeed.  In an upscale, redneck, campy sports bar in a nouveau riche, exclusive golf community I expected something better - romaine maybe, with a cherry tomato and some carrot slivers. The blue cheese dressing was the best, with big chunks of blue cheese in it.  French Fries were over the top. I had no choice of a baked potato or any other alternative.  I stopped eating French Fries after the French accused America of being arrogant. 

  I slowly ate while studying the mutilated marlin hanging over my head, reading the slogans on the backs of the wait staff; "Putt," "Stay on the ball." 

   Overall, I think the Caddy Shack is a great place to eat, especially if you don't want your Jaguar to be seen parked in front of , ugh, Sonny's or Argh, Bono's where the pulled pork is cheaper and the barbecue sauce is better.  Of course, if you have the chance to go to Monteagle, that's the place to get pulled pork.  There, for eclectic decor, one wall is covered with photographs of country stars who visited there; that and there's the wait staff.  Some of them look like seconds from "Deliverance."  No kidding.