native floridian. district denizen. wannabe surfer/artist/somm. voracious reader. filled with wanderlust. always on the hunt for my next great bite.
Unrequited Love: JB's Fish Camp
When taking new people to JB's Fish Camp in New Smyrna Beach (859 Pompano), I feel like I have to start making justifications early. It's gonna be messy. There may be biker couples making out on the patio table outside (there were this time anyway). It's on, um, island time. The server really doesn't care that she forgot your Sprite. There's nothing gourmet on the menu. But, you know what - it's perfect just the way it is.
You see, I am in love with JB's Fish Camp and have been since the first day I stumbled upon it. It is unabashed. From the sign on entry warning parents to pay attention to their kids... "Unattended children will be used as crab bait"...
... to the stuffed deer keeping watch over the dining room lined with screened windows to let in the breeze from the Intercoastal.
I like to start off with a cold beer - the cheaper the better - and an order of alligator, Cajun style. As a kid, the major threat in my mind to my life was always gators. I like to think of popping these bites as my own personal revenge.
My standard order is a pound of spiced hot shrimp. The spicier and messier the better. And, always with a side of their perfect hush puppies.
I always leave JB's happier than when I came in... and that's what's important.