More Austin than Austin

Cheryl’s – Rockport/Fulton, TX. On the Third Coast.

It across the street from an RV park, home to the “Winter Texans,” and the art on the walls is odd, to say the least. The boss, nominally Cheryl, is a little odd, even by island standards.

Behind it, just past the back patio at Cheryl’s, there’s the entrance to the marina at Fulton. The Fulton Harbor

“How’d you find this place?”

“Girl at work, she was in Port A, at the Circle K. Asked about a restaurant. Guy behind the counter told her that she really should drive over here, it was worth the trip.”

Cheryl’s has always been a little spotty in the warmth department. But, I’m sure, there’s a reason for that. On the last trip, on the back of Cheryl’s menu, there was a long, sort of like a laundry list, “Top Reasons Why You May Not Like Cheryl’s Place And Why We’d Prefer You Not Be here.”

There’s a (local) political comment, a rant about all things that chain stores are, and the concluding suggestion that if you don’t see the humor? Might not be the right place.

On one occasion, and I’m sure I’ve written about this before, the Guacamole was so perfectly presented, I’ll order it every time, just trying to see if I can get it again. That one time, the little red-colored chips were arranged just like petals of a rose, so it was a chip-rose with an avocado heart. So perfectly rendered as to resemble nature, and yet, delicious, too.

I’ve brought in fish before, and in the past, Cheryl herself has made a loud noise about not cleaning the fish. Didn’t think about having her clean the fish, but that’s just me. Apparently, some patrons – in the past – have thought otherwise. So two Redfish made for two meals. The first time, it was “St. Pete’s style” and the second time, at the behest of the cook, it was a sharp “Jerk” flavor.

Never disappointing, and always relaxed. Interesting art on the walls, too.

I fished the long list of “Why we’d prefer you not to be here,” out of the back of one of the menus, and asked if I could steal it. Cheryl told me to put that back in the menu and then brought me another copy of the diatribe.

Cheryl? She’s Virgo. (Yeah, one of them).

About the author: Born and raised in East Texas, Kramer Wetzel, settled in a South Austin trailer park before trailer parks were cool. He now lives in San Antonio, Texas.

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