Restaurants & Dining
Food Dude’s Last Supper in Myrtle Beach Before the Apocalypse
Forget what the Mayan calendar says about the end of time. The Myrtle calendar says it's time to dine. According to conspiracy theorists who put their faith in an ancient culture that couldn't foresee the end of its own civilization, much less that of the universe, the world is supposed to come to halt on Dec. 21. I hope you haven't wasted all your time Christmas shopping because those gifts are not going to be opened. I don't put any faith in the doomsday date anymore than I believed my student loans were going to magically disappear when the calendar struck Y2K, but let's celebrate the Mayan math myth with a last supper.
If the Food Dude could only have five foods from local restaurants before the Apocalypse, here's my final feast:
* It may seem silly to waste a wish on a bowl of soup, but I'm not going anywhere without one last taste of the Sea Captain House's special She Crab. Only the head chef knows the recipe to this perfect mix of cream, sherry, crab meat and roe, and I don't want to run the risk of not running into him in the after life. Besides, no matter what catastrophes hit the earth, my money says the crabs, cockroaches and kudzu survive.
* Same thing about a salad, but you're going to want to make sure you eat plenty of greens before taking that long walk into the light. And I can't bear the thought of watching the world fall apart without the taste of Carolina Roadhouse and California Dreaming's house Hot Bacon Honey Mustard Dressing in my mouth. Come to think of it, hold the salad. I'll just dip some hot yeast rolls in the dressing and be on my way.
* Before we get swallowed up by the oceans, I say we swallow down some seafood. The Grand Strand is full of great seafood restaurants, but if I have to choose one place to get my last taste of the sea, I'm going to Rockerfeller's Raw Bar in North Myrtle Beach for a steam kettle. Fill it with shrimp, scallops, oysters and lobster, steam it in some Old Bay and beer and watch me devour some sea critters like there's no tomorrow.
* That covers the Surf; now it's time for some turf. There's something about the taste of the perfectly cooked steak that makes a great meal, but you must start with the perfect cut of meat for a last supper. That's why I'm headed to New York Prime for a 14-ounce center cut filet, cooked medium well and smothered in sauteed onions and mushrooms. No need to worry about a hangover so I'll wash it down with a cold beer or six.
* It's not officially a last supper without dessert, and you'll need something sweet before the bitterness of the end of the world. You can have all the Tiramisu and fancy coffee drinks, I'm going to Ben & Jerry's for a triple scoop of Chunky Monkey, Pistachio Pistachio and Mud Pie. Perhaps the wordsmiths who came up with Cherry Garcia and Phish Food will come up with their very own Mayan doomsday flavor – Apocolypse Not.