Chappy's

You know when you start a job and you're not yet sure if it's cool to eat at your desk, so you're just perpetually starving? You're also still in the dress-to-impress phase, so you don't want to get crumbs all over your recently dry-cleaned blazer? And what if your new boss walked into your office when you had a mouthful of peanut butter sandwich? Don't even get me started...

Well, the gainfully employed half of St. EATersburg found herself in just such a pickle this week, so the other half of St. EATs came to the rescue with takeout from one of Central Avenue's heavy-hitters: Chappy's. What's better to eat in the park in 90-degree heat than deep fried Cajun food?

First course was a trifecta of fish tacos. Despite a 20-minute drive in an air conditioning-less Dodge Caravan, they held up quite well! Big, long strips of white fish were nicely breaded and fried. They lay prostrate on a bed of crunchy cabbage slaw and spicy mayo. As Guy Fieri would say: "Dynamite!"















We washed these down with a side of more cole slaw. Slaw double-down! It tasted like this:















The second half of our a la carte Surf 'n' Turf was pork slidahs. The consistency was on the tough/dry side, but they had nice flavor, and it didn't hurt that they were doused in more Cajun mayo. These sliders were also a helpful reminder that potato rolls are delicious.
















You can't have sliders without fries. Well actually you can. They were 5 bucks extra but we got them on the side. These were probably very good at some point, but they were pretty soggy by the time we got to them. Think back to the worst order of french fries you ever got. I bet you ate at least 20 of them. So did we.















Chappy's was definitely better than average, but food goes down pretty easy in the company of baby palm trees.
















Chappy's
247 Central Avenue
St. Petersburg, Florida
727.896.5118