The fishing boats back right up to the restaurant
Back when we first moved here, dogs were as much a part of this restaurant as the people. The St. Marks bike trail ends in St. Marks, so people riding their bikes with their dogs would go a block over to the Riverside and get a drink or something to eat. Health codes changed all that, but I still miss the "doggie-days" of the restaurant.
One of the "regulars"
Riverside was always second fiddle though. Posey's was the place to go for oysters and smoked mullet. It was a ramshackle, two-story, white clapboard fishing shack. Downstairs was the restaurant and the owners lived upstairs. Then Hurricane Dennis came through and Posey's had to be condemned. Riverside, which basically has no walls to ruin, was fine after replacing the motors on the refridgerators and freezers. Dennis' flood waters were up to my shoulders (someone put a mark on a support post in Riverside) and flooding was the big issue - not wind or rain. And Dennis did all this from 200 miles away! So now that Posey's was out of commission, Riverside has come into it's own.