Folly Beach Day 2

It's Saturday morning at the beach. About quarter to nine, bright sun, no clouds, a lovely day. We are recovering from a dreadful dinner last night at one of the several dining establishments near the hotel. The grilled seafood platter I ordered was more like a platter of limp, barely thawed broccoli and green beans and overly salted and seasoned potatoes. The seafood portion was microscopic. The only good thing was we didn't have a long wait to get our meals. And we didn't hang around for dessert. I suppose we have been spoiled by the dinners we had in Charleston, which were very good. Or maybe I should have stuck with the fried seafood. The worst that can happen there is that it's overly greasy, but, hey, if you don't care for grease, you don't order fried. I vented by posting a negative review of the place on TripAdvisor. Now, I just need a good meal to erase the memory further. What I find interesting is that the same restaurant I am giving a thumbs down to has other reviews that are glowing and totally positive. I know sometimes it's about what you order, but I can't imagine a place that can't get its "steamed" vegetables right has much of a chance.