Anyone remember Gus Purcell's on Independence Blvd with that vinegar slaw, or Hideaway fish camp on Monroe Rd., then there was the Seafarer with the big moving whale sign on Albermarle Rd, and Fish Farm in Matthews. I'm talking about back in the day when these locales were rural, for those who also grew up around here. It used to seem to take an hour to drive there from home, and now the city has grown up around them.
Nostalgic, and yes - deep fried everything, a ton of popcorn shrimp, the red and white checkered table cloths, ketchup in the plain red squeeze bottles, sometimes hard to distinguish from the cocktail sauce squeeze bottle, sweet tea that was always a bit too sweet but still good, and that big lemon wedge to squeeze all over the fried goodness on your plate. Takes me way back. Don't forget the toothpick and mints on your way out the door.