PICK...er...Lulu's Cafe!

...or, how I learned to keep it simple, turkey. Oh my god, guys, look at this. Just look at it.

What do you mean you don't care? Okay, whatever, maybe it doesn't look like much through the electric viewing box but if you're ever going to trust one thing I say, it is this - these are the best fried pickles there are. In Myrtle Beach? Good. Go to Lulu's Cafe on Ocean Boulevard and 19th Avenue North right now and eat these things (Warning: You will have to pay for them afterward. Don't be surprised. This ain't Star Trek.)

You're not in Myrtle Beach? You're not in SOUTH CAROLINA?! What is wrong with you man? Look, there are planes, dude. There's no excuse anymore. WE HAVE AN AIRPORT.

Lulu's Cafe
1903 North Ocean Boulevard
Myrtle Beach, SC 29577
(843)712-1890

Loco Gecko!

"Heed all advice given by coconut monkey cups." - a real sentence

Lunch has always been my favorite meal of the day. Bring on the fat jokes, suckers - the journey has been delicious, fun, and totally worth it. Since I started this blog which has forced me out to new places to eat, lunch is now like...approximately 25% more radical than it ever has been. THINGS ARE LOOKING UP.

The latest lunch adventure? Loco Gecko in Myrtle Beach. Baller or Not Baller? Well, I guess you'll have to read past the jump to find out, lazy-bones.

River City Cafe

So River City Cafe is one of those places that inevitably gets brought up in this area whenever anyone decides to enter the minefield that is asking the question, "Who has the best burgers on the beach?" Now, the reason I happen to like when this type of question pops up is that I get to take mental notes of all the places I should need to go to...you know...to discover the TRUTH.

It was with great anticipation then that my girlfriend and I decided to visit the River City Cafe located on 21st Avenue North (there are a handful of locations up and down the beach - don't be a caveman, use Google Maps or something for the others!) to get to the bottom of some burger business (and, subsequently, our plates). Read on after the jump to see what we found out, alright?

The Bowery

The Anti-Photographer Strikes

Damn, alright, so my girlfriend and I spun the wheel of random today and landed on The Bowery for our lunch destination. Before I get down to grease tacks I should note that, like a bunch of other bar establishments in Myrtle Beach, The Bowery is attached to/has its food services handled by a place called Duffy's Bar & Grill.

Say hello, Duffy's!

Hello!

Also, and this is less "important" and more "what is going on", but the classic-country-southern-rock band Alabama was the house band for The Bowery for something like 8 years in the '70's.

Oh, oh, oh! Also...

Jimmyz Original Hibachi...PLUS BONUS STAR TREK DESSERT, DUDES

Guys, remember the Habibi's review where I neglected to get photos because I'm bad at this? I still don't have an excuse for the same thing happening AGAIN this time other than to say:

1. I had the most unfortunate hangover during my dining experience
2. I just watched the new Star Trek movie and I'm a big dork and kept talking about that
3. I am still a terrible food and restaurant critic
Bonus Reason: It's Bike Week in Myrtle Beach and motorcycles are like, loud and distracting or something.

Anyway, coming home from the movies Friday, my girlfriend and I decided to stop at Jimmyz Original Hibachi to treat our tastebuds to a style that hasn't been featured yet on Eating Myrtle Beach: Asian(ish) food! It will be the first of many, I assure you. Personally, I can't wait to gag on some too-hot curry in the name of culinary exploration.

Habibi's Cafe & Market

It's kind of easy to get tired of routine, even something as intensely comforting as a lunch routine. I've probably spent too much of my time scouring the internet for local lunch choices that don't immediately make themselves obvious as an option when you're plucking things off the top of your head that you might want to eat.

Enter Habibi's Cafe & Market. Habibi's is a Lebanese joint right around the corner from where I work and I figured something with a Mediterranean/Middle-Eastern flavor would be a welcome departure from the norm. A departure it totally was.

Let's jump into some Falafel and Gyros, shall we?

Nacho Hippo

Valhalla

"High-class nachos" seems like a phrase one might come up with lying in a stupor on the floor of a dirty dorm room floor as they steel themselves to "enjoy" the results of throwing a bunch of stale corn chips on a plate and microwaving it with a few slices of american cheese on top.

Speaking of inscrutable phrases associated with the word "nacho", I haven't yet taken the time to find an explicit explanation of where, why, and how Nacho Hippo, a wonder of an establishment nestled within the Market Common "upscale urban center", got its name. After sampling the fruits within, I came to the almost too obvious conclusion that it has to do with serving sizes. We'll get to that.