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Ate: January 4, 2007 Published: January 7, 2007 $$$ It was a Thursday night in early January, so the two of us figured that the crowds would be at a minimum in some of the area's higher profile places. We headed south to the upscale seafood haven of Murrells Inlet and pulled into Creek Ratz. This is a place that works very hard to come across as a larger, slicker version of the old time laid-back seafood shack. We thought we'd see what all of the advertising was about. It was still fairly crowded, but at least we didn't have to put our name on a list and wait. Continuing with their seafood shack motif, they served our tea in small disposable plastic cups. Our appetizer may have been a little different, but it was served in a cheap plastic basket. We had never seen a barbecue egg roll on anybody else's menu, so we absolutely had to order it. We got exactly what the name described. They had taken an egg roll skin and filled it with cabbage and classic southern pulled-pork before being rolled up, deep fried and served with barbecue sauce. The barbecue smelled and tasted like authentic Carolina barbecue and we enjoyed the fusion cuisine presentation. Unfortunately, that was the high point of our dinner. Our main courses arrived eventually, both in the same plastic baskets. My lively wife didn't have much to say about her shrimp basket, just that "they were all right." I didn't take any of her shrimp, instead, I swiped some of her fries. Her fries and mine had obviously come from very different batches. While hers were cooked properly, mine where brittle, dry and just this side of being burnt. I was actually a little insulted that they would try to pass them off to me. I had blackened dolphin (southern name for mahi-mahi) and shrimp combo basket. I agree with my wife that the shrimp was just all right. The dolphin, with all its Cajun spices, was pretty tasty. My wife and I both decided that it was the best thing part of our main courses. After our mediocre entrees, our waitress decided that we apparently hadn't suffered enough, so she decided to take abandoning us to a whole new level. She never bothered to return with our check because she was too busy instead flirting with the tables of men. We had to go to the bar and ask the bartender if we could pay there. My wife pointed out later that this dinner was the first time that she had ever seen me not leave any tip at all. Obviously, the only thing Creek Ratz cares about is pushing tourists through the restaurant and getting their money. "Not worth the price" is an understatement. |
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