A week ago, my dear wife Karen and I took that short drive east for another exciting chapter of our Dinner with Daryl series.
Not that barbecue in the backyard I’ve been rooting for since my wonderful stepson moved into his nice new house this winter. He’s yet to get a grill, and I know work has kept him busy, and his hours are not conducive for buying one nor using one.
So he gave me one of his wry smiles when I brought the subject up.
Instead I snooped in Daryl’s shed and admired his big, new riding mower when we picked him up, and then we headed off in Karen’s car for the short drive to Sylvan Beach and Captain John’s.
Karen had spotted a billboard for the place next to our Syracuse beltway advertising a prime rib and lobster special for $16.99, hatching this very destination.
We were greeted with a hostess and servers and decor that the Captain must have chosen himself. Ahoy, there, matey. Arghhhh. Hello Jimmy Buffett AND Bob Marley, too. It made me smile.
I indeed went for the billboard special, while Karen and son both altered it slightly, switching out the tail for fried shrimp. They took smashed mashed for the side, while I picked pasta with marinara.
The beef, petite cut, was kind of well, served with jus, and tasty. My lobster tail, three ounces and served with drawn butter, was not quite firm and also not quite average. Shrimp next time for me, too, because they both raved. However, I thought he marinara was the best I’ve tasted in a long time, and the linguini was cooked past al dante, the way I like it. I told the waitress to compliment the chef on his sauce for me. She said, really?! That, too, made me smile.
All full, we passed on any desserts, asked for a container, and Ellie B aka Dogamous Pyle was thrilled when we got home by prime rib trimmings times three.
As we departed, the sun was setting across the road, over Oneida Lake. It made for a pretty sight bouncing through the classic car, parked there to advertise Captain John’s.
Yes, Sylvan Beach is a tourist town, a mini Coney Island, if you will.
Across that street also stands a boardwalk with rides and amusement games. The village is full of restaurants and entertainment.
Kind of a hidden Throwback Thursday subject just 40 miles east of Syracuse.
Do you go for a surf-and-turf, and what’s your surf and what’s your turf? Buffett or Marley? Skee ball or water into the clown’s nose? Roller coaster or bumper cars