As a small-town Southerner, I fancy myself a fried chicken and biscuits kind of girl. My country roots dictate that I indulge in anything fried, smothered and covered, or slimy, like okra and boiled peanuts.So, then, when friends invited me to Palm Coast, on Florida’s Atlantic coast, for a fall getaway, I leaped at the opportunity to swap out all those Southern vittles for the freshest of seafood. My coastal culinary journey, with plates heaped with shrimp, scallops, grouper, and lobster, was about to begin. But first, the logistics to get a sense of place.
Palm Coast, a cozy beachside community, is in the heart of Flagler County, named for oilman, railroad developer, hotelier and all-around tycoon Henry Flagler. A portion of historic Highway A1A, the old scenic route that runs the entire Atlantic coast of Florida from Key West to Fernandina Beach, slices straight through the county, with Flagler Beach on its southern edge and Marineland – yes, it’s actually a town, population 16 or so, not including dolphins – on its northern fringes.