"It is the working man who is the happy man. It is the idle man who is the miserable man." - B. Franklin
Taking Ben's centuries old advice, I found myself heading, "once more unto the breach my friends" in search of another review to write. As luck would have it, I found myself in front of an old acquaintance in a new location. I am, of course, talking about Sun on the Beach's new location (about 100 feet from the old) in Satellite Beach, FL.
The new locale is cheerfully decorated, spacious and inviting, not to mention the unsoiled floor, tables, chairs and utensils. If I didn't know better, I would swear my Grandma was in here this morning cleaning. Taking my seat, I was soon approached by a charming lady by the name of Molly. A word on Molly if I may. I have traveled the width and breadth of this fine country eating my way to 300 plus pounds, trust me when I say that Molly is exceptional in a land of mediocrity. Wait, that didn't come out right. She is far and above the rest, she is a shining example of how a professional plies their trade. In a word, she is outstanding!!
I placed an order for the Tupelo Benedict as it did not, as the name conjured up, contain any "Tupelo Honey," rather a sweet Marsala sauce. I must admit, I was intrigued, though not expecting much. At all.
The chicken was hand breaded and cooked to a gastronome delight and it was perched upon some of the best homemade biscuits I have ever had (sorry Grandma!). This was then covered with the perfect amount of homemade sweet Marsala sauce and I have to say the dish was to die for! Wow, the whirlpool of flavor skittering across my palate was what has been missing in my life the past 400 odd days.
The Big Boy says, "If you want to treat your palate to a cornucopia of M mm-Mmm goodness, try anything on the menu at Sun on the Beach (ask for Molly, she rules).