EPISODE 2: SEA DOGS

Ok, so is Sea Dogs in St. Pete Beach, is it on Treasure Island, or is it somewhere in between?? Yes!!!

This is a two part post, because we ended up at Sea Dogs twice.  The first time, I was back from a NYC trip and feeling a little lazy, laggy and boring- Kathy, knowing just how to fix that, invited me to lunch and off we went.  We sat at the bar upstairs, facing the water, and marveled at what a beautiful day it was (as long as we were in the shade, under a fan, with a cold drink).

I hate to admit it, but we completely forgot about our margarita thing that day and had some other libation, served by an extremely charming young man with a broken foot and a pony tail (a description really not doing him any justice; he was also tall, dark, and handsome, but that's boring).  We shared a delicious steak salad (which was split for us!  Classy!) and immensely enjoyed the company of the bartender, as well as two adorable ladies sitting at the bar with us.  These two ladies were sisters, the spitting image of each other, and they invited us to hang out with them at the VA later that night.   We had a great time, got a little buzz on, and my lame-ass day was saved once again by Kathy, even if we totally failed on our margarita quest slash completely forgot about it.

The second time we went to Sea Dogs, (which really ought to be called Salty Dogs, shouldn't it??) we had a different experience.  The ponytail kid was long gone and replaced by a girl who may have been suspicious of us, because we ordered two margaritas and told her we were doing a margarita blog.  She immediately thought perhaps we were 'somebodies' and told us she wanted to get into blogging.  We then had to tell her, wellllll, we'll probably be the only two people reading our blog and also, it doesn't exist yet.

Maybe we should have let 'sleeping dogs lie' (I made a dog pun about a bar with 'dog' in the name), because the margaritas stunk! They were weak, didn't taste good, and because we didn't know what else to do, when she asked us if they were good, we lied and said yes- which convinced some poor couple at the end of the bar to follow our lead and order their own round of margaritas.    We all wound up with the same disappointed, flat mouthed, look on our faces, which is the same face you would make if you were drinking a swill margarita.  Sort of like this: 😐

To add insult to injury, we ordered that same steak salad to share, and it didn't come split!  Since we and the now salty-faced couple at the end of the bar were the only ones within earshot, I don't think the kitchen was too busy to be bothered with a split, it's just that our bartender didn't suggest it, which in addition to the cruddy margaritas, made me realize that perhaps this chick was better off being a blogger than a bartender.  Oh well!

OK so Sea Dogs gets TWO LIMES!  Two is pretty bad, but here's why:

-the margarita was trash

-the salad wasn't split the second time (I know I sound like an asshole, but so what this is my blog)

-the super awesome, friendly, hot and professional bartender kid wasn't there anymore which either means he A. got fired or B. left for someplace where he would make more money.  Option B would make more sense, but, the new bartender told us he was 'no longer there' in a weird tone of voice, so you know what that usually means.  #bringbacknate