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Bulldog’s Bait Shop, Featuring Gabriel Prusmack: Good Things Come to Those Who Bait

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Bulldogs Bait Shop

Featuring Gabriel Prusmack

 

“Well, you’ve really done it now, Miss Bulldog,” a seasoned fisherman once said to Trina Davis as he entered the bait shop that she lovingly keeps well kempt, fresh smelling, and colorful. “Oh no,” she replied with a sweet concern, “What did I do?” The fisherman replied, “Well, I’ll tell you. The bait shop used to be the one place that I could go where my wife didn’t want to go with me. And now if I tell her I’m coming here she insists on coming along!”

Bulldogs Bait Shop is undoubtedly unique. Suffice it to say most Gulf Coast fishermen are probably fond of, and a bit partial to, the sweet stench of live bait, but the absence of it is a small sacrifice to make and as a guest of ‘Bulldog’ Davis and his wife, Trina, you will hardly miss it. ‘Bulldog’ is a long-standing nickname of the shop’s proprietor, adopted when the couple bred Bulldogs while they lived in Nashville. Just like his namesake, ‘Bulldog’ is burly and solid, quiet but friendly. Trina, his wife and counterpart, was affectionately dubbed ‘Miss Bulldog’ by friends and fellow students of their son, a student Texas A&M Galveston. Their daughter resides in Nashville where she remained to continue her career as a musician after the rest of the family headed to the Island.

Bulldog and Trina Davis have accomplished something truly special with their attractive little bait shop; it is an example of how going the extra mile can be applied to any sort of business with wild success and popularity. Theirs is obviously a labor of love, and their lively approach to something as simple and seemingly mundane as a bait shop is remarkable and refreshing. The atmosphere and experience of coming here is as enjoyable to a veteran fishing guide as it is to the whole family, kids and wives included. They are known for their bloody shark bait, and a wall of photos depicting the sharks caught using this bait is proof of its effectiveness. Bulldogs also features shrimp for $5.99/lb., along with croaker, mullet, squid, and sting ray. They also carry two lines of Island made products, Chicken Boy Lures and Flounder Pounder.

Bulldogs inventory goes far beyond the bait. They also carry products and items for the whole fishing experience, all the way from the dock to the dinner table. Beverages, snacks, hooks and lines, Bulldog and beach souvenirs, grill seasonings, and even Bulldogs very own hot sauce grace the shelves. The cooler displays bright, fresh snow crab legs and other seasonal offerings, and to remember the occasion, Bulldogs T-shirts and hats are available for purchase. Best of all, the interior is neat, clean, organized, and easily accessible by car or by boat. Bulldogs storefront is located conveniently right off of 61st Street, and their back door opens up onto Offats Bayou.

Out this back door are the large tanks and irrigation system used to house and keep the live bait for sale, and Bulldogs offers dockside service, where fishermen can call in their order and have it loaded straight onto their boat. It is like a carry-out drive- through for fish, and another amenity of Bulldogs Bait Shop that sets them apart. The dock of Bulldogs is easy to spot from the water, due to the fascinating and stunning work of a local Aerosol Artist, Gabriel Prusmack. A massive mural on the rear wall of the shop is a rendering of the Bulldogs logo, their name, and phone number, and was drawn entirely freehand with spray cans by one of Galveston’s premier young artists.

Gabriel’s story is as eye-opening as his work, and his art is beyond art, it is his spiritual quest. It began on the streets of Los Angeles. Gabriel often traveled to California to see his brother, and it is there, ten years ago, that he was introduced to the effect that emerges upon the combination of an aerosol paint can and a blank brick wall. For almost five years Gabriel honed his artistic skills as a ‘tagger,’ the hip label given to those known to many as simply a graffiti artist, to others as a vandal or a criminal. Then late in his teens he began to regularly attend a local church, and as his faith grew he realized that he had a gift that was bigger than he was, and so it should be put to a higher purpose. He had never run a business, he had no formal art or business education, but he had a calling. Thus Gabriel knew that if he were to dedicate his talents to glorifying God, a way would be made for him to turn it around.

Now, a few short years later, his work is all over the Island. He has successfully converted an illegal past time into a steady and consistent business, and his popularity is growing. In addition to murals and graffiti art Gabriel also creates more portable pieces that feature an interesting use of stencils, but the aerosol can is his only paintbrush. He weaves the straight lines and precise edges of the stencils with the frivolity of spray paint, and uses the vivid graffiti palate to animate the simple shapes. This work is a regular feature of Galveston’s Artwalk, where Gabriel displays his work and exhibits his techniques. His pieces are permanently displayed at various locations throughout Galveston, including Nada Café, K Café, and Eaton Realty. His freehand graffiti art can be seen on a larger scale at Shrimp N Stuff, Galveston College, and in Houston at the Catalina Coffee House. A complete showing of his work will be featured at Mod Coffee House in January of next year. He also serves as a minister for the Island Church, and teaches graffiti art classes to children at Central Kip, where he promotes the medium as a respected art form and encourages the kids to keep it legal.

Shortly after opening the bait shop Trina Davis saw Gabriel’s work and hired him to cover an old sign on the back wall left by the building’s previous tenant. She tells a story of her hesitancy at their first meeting, when she handed him the clipping of the logo and curiously inquired, “So, how are you going to do it? Will you draw an outline first and then fill it in?” Gabriel smiled and said, “Don’t worry, I got it.” Trina then tells, with the same amazement she must have felt while watching him, how Gabriel stood on a ladder with the picture in one hand and a spray can in the other, and masterfully executed a perfect, to-scale, reproduction of the intricate Bulldogs Bait Shop logo, flanked by symmetrical and even numbers and letters, all done entirely freehand with aerosol paint cans. Clearly Gabriel has an amazing gift, and better still he is unashamedly vocal in professing his dedication to using that gift to glorify the One who gave it to him.

 

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Smooth Tony’s: Finding Buried Treasure in the Backyard

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{Originally Published in The Island Guide, October 12, 2012}

One can easily forget, when strolling the streets of downtown Galveston, that the mainland is a mere three miles away. It seems entirely possible that there is some portal or wormhole positioned discreetly in the center of the causeway, and even though you may feel that you have only traveled minutes, you have actually traversed centuries and transcended a distinct, often-stereotyped Texas culture. This is perhaps why many Islanders view the link between Island and mainland as a menacing monstrosity to be utilized only when absolutely necessary.

And so it is fitting that Smooth Tony’s is the product of an Island native, for the nearly indescribable aura of this relatively undiscovered establishment provides, in true Galveston fashion, a complete and utter respite from daily life, and likewise can very easily provide a vacation within a vacation. The first time you visit Smooth Tony’s you will wonder how it is that you have never before been there. At the same time you may feel like you have been coming there your entire life.

Smooth Tony’s is simply the kind of place that beckons, with an atmosphere that draws you in and transports you to a world of tranquility, a world where the harmonies of jazz play into a peace that is contagious, a world that gives solace to those with family in the hospital as easily as it shares laughter with the locals. If these seem lofty words for a sandwich and smoothie joint, one trip to Smooth Tony’s Backyard will justify the claims entirely. In the Backyard it indeed feels that the steely architecture and stoic façade of the University of Texas Medical Branch is miles and miles away, instead of just across the street.

Tony Gonzales, the owner and namesake of this getaway, is also the author of its ambiance. Tony has an affinity for plants, artistic copper working, New Orleans style, and for transforming discarded antiques into treasures. The soothing sound of running water from various fountains about the outdoor area underscores a display of various foliage, metal works, and refurbished antiques, all lovingly made, grown, or re-made, by Tony. Even the large orange tree, the star of the Backyard, was grown from a seed of an orange used in one of the first smoothies Tony ever made. Included in the collection are a door from a house in New Orleans and an iron balcony from Bourbon Street, both of which surely feel right at home when local jazz musicians liven up a scene that could easily be mistaken for The Big Easy itself.

Smooth Tony’s also falls in step with the Island as a place of restoration and re-invention. This restaurant is yet another local business that offers proof of the circle of Island life that gracefully transforms history into a launching pad for the future. The building was originally constructed in 1890, and was home to a barber shop for forty years, from 1944 to 1984. It was then owned by an elderly resident, and Tony was contracted to repair the porch in 1995. When the resident passed away a few months later, the family contacted Tony. He agreed to purchase the building, and opened Smooth Tony’s in 1997 as a juice and smoothie bar. At the front of the building, nestled in the landscape, a red and white striped barber’s pole sits proudly and quietly to commemorate the journey and the progress rendered from the archives of Galveston history.

Soon after opening, Smooth Tony’s began to receive requests for sandwiches, burgers, and other lunch items. Tony decided that if was to expand, he “didn’t want just any burger, I wanted the best burger.” He remembered the best burger he had ever eaten, and tracked down the man whose hands had made the patty. That man was Chef Isias Amaya, who soon came on board and helped the kitchen respond to the demands and expand their menu to accommodate the burgeoning lunch interest. Thus the menu grew, as did the collection on the patio, and both are testaments to the patience and steadfastness with which Tony has slowly created and maintained the easy atmosphere and eclectic vibe. After sixteen years of business he still remarks, “This is just the beginning,” and Smooth Tony’s continues to grow, adapt, and thrive.

Occasionally Tony offers daily specials inspired by the recipes from his mother’s kitchen, but he consistently offers delicious wraps, handmade burgers, and nearly famous fish tacos. Known particularly for its lunch crowd which often forms a line out the front door and down to the sidewalk, Smooth Tony’s has extended their hours to accommodate evening crowds as well, on Thursday and Friday nights. They carry a full selection of wines and craft beers to enhance the live music, usually jazz or acoustic, and usually always in the Backyard.

A particular piece of advice may be offered to prospective diners, and that is that if you would like a quick lunch Smooth Tony’s can accommodate you, but if time is of the essence then happily eat your fare amid the rich, vintage wood and earthy feel of the dining room. If you go out to the Backyard, it is quite possible you will stay much longer than you intended.

Smooth Tony’s

415 9th St.

M-W 10:30-2:30, Th&Fr 10:30-9

www.smoothtonys.com

409.765.5200

Sandwiches, Wraps, Burgers, Beer & Wine

Backyard available for Private Parties

Dine-in and To-go .

Live Music every Thursday and Friday Night

 

How Feminism Has Backfired

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The proof is obvious that society has progressed overall throughout history in their views and postulations on women’s rights. Even more obvious is the inherent shift in the male/female dynamic that has accompanied this emergence of independent ladies. But it is not as rosy and victorious as would appear from the surface, much like the nuances of racism are still all too recognizable fifty years after the Civil Rights Movement. A large facet of the entire identity of one half of our political party system is their stance to deny women the choice to decide whether or not having a baby is the right course of action for their life. And yet still others of that same group stand defiantly against her ability to protect herself from being in that situation in the first place. The other half ultimately promote paying women to have children: the less work she does and the more kids she has, the more the government supports her. From behind the smoke and mirrors of supposed equality an increased hostility is surfacing, and both the magicians and the women are to blame. Women are seemingly more empowered yet less respected overall, and they are still very much subject to the forces of discrimination.

The plain truth of the matter is that women were indeed, and still are in fact, more respected and cherished by men and other women when they keep their work to the confines of domestic endeavors. Single, hard-working women are often looked down upon or become emotional prey to the very men that seek them. Married mothers who keep a career often find their time away from home and their children is the brunt of accusations, rendering them responsible for the decline in attentive parenting and thus the rise of insubordinate, attention-deficit riddled children.

Throughout history some percentage of women have always worked, as servants, housekeepers,  ladies’ maids, governesses, teachers, and tutors. And their children were not viewed as neglected, certainly not any more than the children of nineteenth century high society women whose merits rested solely in their needlepoint skills or their aptitude at the pianoforte, hence spending much of their time at home, and who rarely attended their children, surrendering the brunt of the child-rearing to the governesses. In the working classes the children often were expected to work, sometimes the same grueling hours as their adult counterparts. The Donna Reed era came at a time after women were not only a viable commodity in the professional workforce, but had single-handedly filled every male shoe from the factory to the baseball field during World War II, and can be viewed as an obvious attempt to restore “order” to the family. It is the product of this generation that now comprise the majority of the authority figures in the United States.

Also consider the women today who do not work at all and rely on government subsidy and child support for their income. These women are theoretically all stay-at-home moms, and the presence of this demographic is entirely counterintuitive to the theories that working women are the reason for modern parenting woes.

It seems to be a modern stigma, then, that neglected children are the result of women who choose employment outside the home, a mindset that has come about only since the entrance of women into professions previously only open to men, and a journey that was thwarted when society seemed to say, “Whoa, slow down, ladies…” in the 1950s and early 1960s. Thus, the only difference in the attitudes towards modern women and their parenting skills can be extrapolated, albeit accurately when a close observation of societal progression has been made, to be the result of a subtle but powerful backlash against women’s rights instigated by inane societal standards that lack accurate definition, consistency, and credibility. Furthermore, it is often those who perpetuate and condone a lifestyle of living outside ones means who rail against families who quite simply must have two incomes in order to survive, when said survival is finitely contingent upon two vehicles, a mortgage for a house you hate but a school district you love, five cell phones, a 42 inch television, 895 cable channels, and $4/gallon gas.

Thus we have infused modern culture with two innately opposing ideas: it is acceptable for a woman to hold gainful employment, yet she is still encouraged in her “duty” to breed, and it is the clash of these two evident but ignored social stigmas that have actually made women themselves guilty of discriminate feminism. Many women and couples have children before they are truly ready because it is a socially acceptable notion, but then the wife and mother realizes years later she wants the career, she wants the income because it is her modern right as an empowered woman. Indeed it is, but it is now tinged with the reality of motherhood, which has the distinct capability of transforming either into resent or indifference.

Women mature faster than men, but they also mature longer and as a result become more complex beings much more capable and desirous of change. Thus amid the spectrum of married women battling the intricacies of modern feminism there are, as in most cases, two sides to the story, both equally resplendent in their contributions to a convoluted and confused sense of modern female identity. There are the conflicting standards set by the proverbial They*, and then there are the women that conform to them.

Returning now to the world of the single woman in the 21st century, the ramifications feminism has errantly doled out to this breed have intensified, and the edges of this sword cut deep because they too are cleverly disguised within the oxymoron of  several societal implications. In some regard, the attitudes toward single women have softened significantly, for it is indeed a quite recent phenomenon that choosing to remain single is viewed as an acceptable alternative to being unhappily married or checking the “divorced” box on your tax return. It is, but it isn’t. It is because the term “Old Maid” has been politically cor-rectified to “Cat Lady,” and because women are able to financially support themselves and not doomed to either surrender their fortunes to their spouse if they marry or die alone in their parents’ house if they don’t. It isn’t because despite this outward display of acceptance there is still a powerful undercurrent of disdain and disapproval that rages beneath the surface, and it is revealed, ironically, in attitudes, actions, and admonitions that have evolved out of the minds of single men and married women. But again, responsibility also lies with the women themselves, and whether or not they respect their independence and  thus respect themselves.

Feminism has made men lazy and filled them with a sense of entitlement. At first, because they have to, men seek the strength of a woman that supports herself and they respect her ambition. But then after the contempt of familiarity sets in it is almost as if they think to themselves, “Well if you’re so strong and tough and in control then you do all the work.” But this thought is cleverly translated as it makes the journey from a man’s brain to his mouth, and when he actually speaks these thoughts the words that come out are romantic trappings and empty promises and well-calculated seductions. And the women respond beautifully. They rearrange their schedules and go out of their way, they cater to the men and think they are reacting in a fashion suitable to the current male/female dynamic. It is acceptable for a woman to make the first move or buy a guy a drink. It is acceptable, because she is an empowered woman, to be open about her feelings and generous with her own finances, time, and attention. But the truth of the matter is this male reaction is a blatant retaliation against a feeling of a loss of masculinity,  not an acceptance of a societal shift.

By all accounts she is lured in with pretense that plays on the heartstrings of her own innate desires for love, acceptance, and family, and then when the woman does what she thinks the man wants by his apparent permission given her to proceed, his reaction is the same. He retaliates again, but this time with boredom. He is in his nature the aggressor, the victor, the conqueror, and when that role embedded in the primitive strands of his genetic code is usurped, he does not respond with increased strength as he ought, but rather gives in to his subconscious, though undeniably narcissistic, hatred of the current “system” and responds with indifference and apathy. This is his only course of revenge, because the innate views of the less evolved male are now archaic social prototypes tucked safely away in the volumes of Jane Austen novels. And it works, because actually women love Jane Austen novels and so are eager to be the own makers of their ideal instead of facing the agonizing wait for letters from a suitor, and this often leaves a woman pandering in the dust who had no need for the man in the first place.

When it comes to married women’s view of single women, there are most certainly exceptions to the following rule, including women who are indeed married to their true love who may or may not have children, women whose destiny it is indeed to have children and raise them, and married women, usually much older, who are too wise to care. But the married woman that sold out is the arch nemesis of the confidently single woman and has always been prominent in the social strata, but unfortunately in a world of mystique-weary men who choose the path of least resistance, this group is sufficiently expanding in its cruelty to the single lady.  At least in the nineteenth century when a woman sold out she was either having her honor rescued or her fortune increased, either way she was finally en route to obtaining at least a semblance of personal freedom, and at the very least it was an escape from her parents’ home. Today the majority of sell-out brides are entering into marriages from a place of lack. Instead of truly desiring a home, a commitment, a family, the strains of opposing feminist views confuse them and they take the matrimonial step because they don’t want to be lonely, they don’t want to pay all of the bills by themselves, they don’t want to be ostracized for being single. Then single women refer to them as sell-outs. And so is cleft a veritable divide between the female race that is nearly as inescapable as it is damaging.

Then flips the coin to the other side, the second edge of the sword, the other variety of single women, who have exploited the acceptance of public affection and cleavage, those who have taken an increased tolerance of sexual freedom and turned it into their absolute only basis for personal identity. Under the self-made guise of independence and detachment these women offer themselves and their bodies to men completely indiscriminately, and the problem is that the results are far from the progressive nature of those that propel a cause, or a people, forward. Namely, the result is a complete lack of respect, although the methods used to obtain them were born out of a movement that gave women the right to dress, act, think, or marry in whatever fashion they desire. Thus, this side of the problem rests not in the initiative, but in the women’s ability to carry out its purpose correctly. Ladies need no longer fret over the accidental revelation of their ankles, they are no longer required to wear a dress or high heels, they can talk openly with a male about the female body’s functions (if they so desire…), but just because it’s a woman’s right to dress like a whore and let men grab her ass and give it up too easy does not mean that  she is necessarily taking the most advantage of being an empowered, independent woman by doing so. In fact she is ultimately thwarting progress, because the seeds and the fruit of this behavior are both a low self esteem that perpetuate disrespect. There was a time when women were not even allowed into libraries. Instead of celebrating the rights of women with a mini skirt, a tube top, and a purse full of condoms, read a book.

The keys to true feminine power and progress lie in unity, solidarity, consistency of beliefs, and most importantly in the throws of self respect, for it is the responsibility of the individual woman to make choices in her life that speak to her and that move her, from a place of response and inspiration, not from the shallow grave of societal expectations, no matter which way they swing. A woman’s determination and dedication to her powers of intuition, compassion, and multi-tasking must be put to the use that She sees fit, in concordance with the One who made her to be no more a man and no less a woman than she already is.

When a woman demands equality she is in essence denying herself of the power inside her. Women are not men and they should not be treated like men, women are not merely capable of competing with men they are capable of beating them, and the ineffectiveness of this push for equality is evidenced by the growing yet cleverly disguised contempt for her efforts. A woman should first, and always, earn the utmost respect to which she is undeniably entitled, and then she will not have to concern herself with playing the game, because she will have already won.

 

 

 

*’They’ is the most quoted source for irrefutable fact in the entire course of human history. “Well you know what They say…” ‘They’ can also refer to the collective powers that be, whether natural or supernatural, that reportedly control the tides of modern existence. They want you to think a certain way (their way) or not think at all.

Seaside Bistro: A Hidden Gem

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{This article originally published in The Island Guide, September 28, 2012}

Seaside Bistro

A Hidden Gem

By Kimber Fountain

 

Seaside Bistro has been in operation for several years, hidden away in the center of The Victorian Condo Hotel at 6300 Seawall Blvd. Despite its location inside a popular vacation rental spot it has always maintained a loyal local following, which has grown tremendously since the operation and management of the Bistro was taken over by Todd MacKenzie and Thomas Fiero in late January of 2012. These two men are true Galveston entrepreneurs, focused on bringing quality goods and services to the Island. Their resume currently includes Galveston Pack & Ship, a joint venture in Galveston Island Costumes, and Lucky Lounge, and they were the proprietors of Oysters Bar & Grill on Post Office, which was closed after Hurricane Ike.

Walking up through the hotel to the Bistro almost gives you that sensation of how it must have felt in Galveston during Prohibition, to know the secret route along the back alleys to the speak-easy. (Thankfully signs clearly mark the way from the parking lot so it isn’t too mysterious.) The Garden Room is surrounded by enormous picture windows that overlook the well-landscaped atrium below. They provide a wonderful natural light and open up the room tremendously to give the effect of private patio dining, without concern for the weather. This hidden gem is the first restaurant Todd and Thomas have operated since the loss of Oysters; when they heard the business was for sale it seemed to be a natural fit for two gentlemen who love Galveston and truly appreciate the history and character of the Island.

Todd, stoic and sophisticated, is focused primarily on the business side of the partnership and the restaurant, but he lavishly praises the passion, dedication, and enthusiasm of Thomas and the joy he derives from his work in the kitchen. Indeed a dining experience at Seaside Bistro is a subtle reflection of the complementary differences of the two owners. The atmosphere is simple, a bit reserved, almost subdued, but then the food hits the table and wow. At the very sight of the dish in front of you, your mouth begins to water, and you can taste the love that went in to its preparation before you even take the first bite.

Thomas grew up in a large Italian family, and the reputation of Italians and cooking is nearly as synonymous as Texas and oil. A few of his mother’s recipes are favorites on the menu, but he believes the secret is truly in the freshness. A simple club sandwich can be extraordinary when the ingredients are fresh, and the side of vegetables almost outshines the huge portion of chicken on an entrée, so bright and fresh is their appearance.

I also appreciate the variety in their menu; they give diners a wide range of choices, which is perfect for occasions when everyone in the group is in the mood for something different. Southern style Shrimp and Grits takes its place on the menu under an unmistakably Italian selection of Chicken Cotoletta, a breaded chicken breast topped with a Tasso cream sauce and diced ham. Stuffed Flounder, a New York Strip Steak, and even Meat Loaf Roulade are prepared fresh right along with pizza, Crab Cakes, and a Cobb Salad. Desserts change often, but Mom’s bread pudding is always available.

To Thomas and Todd the mission with Seaside Bistro is really about value, and it shows in the generous portion sizes and in the quality of the ingredients, together with an incredibly reasonable price range. The breakfast menu, served all day, ranges from $3 to $8 dollars, unless you splurge on the Steak and Eggs. Entrées range from $12 to $22, and are all served with your choice of soup or salad and two side dishes. A variety of appetizers and entrée salads are available, as well. Seaside Bistro offers a full bar and liquor or wine bottle service, available in the dining room, at the pool, or in your condo.

Seaside Bistro is happy to announce they will offer a plated, full-service Thanksgiving Dinner from the hours of 11am to 4pm on Thanksgiving Day. The holiday menu is a four course festivity, with a variety of delicious, homemade options for each course. Pumpkin Soup or Shrimp Bisque to start, followed by your choice of Roasted Butternut Squash Salad, Citrus Shrimp Salad, or Field Greens. For the main course you have the option of the traditional fare, Fresh Roasted Turkey Breast with Cranberry Dressing, or for the more adventurous, a Spinach and basil Pesto Stuffed Pork Loin. Each entrée is served with four side dishes, an array of many different potatoes and vegetables are there for your choosing. You are spared your most difficult decision until the end, where you must choose between their homemade Pumpkin Pie, Pecan Pie, or Chocolate Mousse. Thanksgiving Dinner at Seaside also includes a complimentary non-alcoholic beverage (soda, iced tea, or coffee); only $27.99 per person.

In keeping the proverbial best for last, perhaps the most valuable asset of the Seaside Bistro is its vast capabilities as a private dining establishment, aside from its main dining rooms and Garden Room that can be reserved for private events. The Victorian Condo Hotel has over 10,000 square feet of space divided into thirteen different venues able to accommodate groups of any size. Along with easy access from Seawall Boulevard and a fresh, quality catering menu from Thomas’ kitchen, Seaside Bistro is an ideal choice for fundraisers, receptions, reunions, showers, and corporate meetings.

In any capacity, breakfast, lunch, holiday, or private dining, Seaside Bistro is sure to please residents and visitors alike. This is a perfect hideaway for Island locals who love their hideaways, and it offers guests hotel dining and room service without the hotel dining prices. Most importantly, the quality of the food is exceptional and consistent. Whether you dine at Seaside once a year or once a week, you will always look forward to going back.

 

Seaside Bistro

6300 Seawall Blvd., Inside the Victorian Condo Hotel

Park at the rear of the building and follow the signs

To-Go, Room Service, Catering, and Private Dining available

409.744.1447

www.seaside-bistro.com

Open Seven Days a Week, 7am to 9pm