310 Main Street
Daytona Beach, FL 32118
Volusia County
Phone: (386) 254-5197
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by Javier O. on I went here to celebrate a friend's b-day. I thought the address sounded familiar. I was pleasantly surprised to see the Little Skillet order window. right next to the bar. I love the magic window where you give them money and the best fried chicken comes out of it. the drinks were flowing and the chicken was finger licking good. Plenty of hot chicks around and photogs following their every move. The music was retro hip hop. I felt I was in Brooklyn circa 1990. great spot!
by L S. on If you are Dominican, you might know how to feel when you visit a relative family that you have not seen for a long time; they treat you like you are going to die the next day, so you feel so special you are even scare. That is how we felt at Rancho Jubilee tonight. The food is great, I ordered carne a la criolla or meat creole, and every bite that i had, felt that my mouth ask me for the next one, (hurry up). Wao. My wife ordered "chivo Liniero" or Goat creole ,we don't recomend it, try their mofongos but not with shrimp because they have to perfect it (the shrimp come out soggy and tend to change the test of the mofongo). Kids? no way I'll bring them again. They have no menu for kids, not even the activity menus like other restaurants. Drinks.. ok..
by Rolf Yanagawa on We visited The Park strictly for dinner and on a Sunday to boot. So beyond that, I don't know anything about its bar vibe or its club vibe. Well, that's not entirely true but I'll get to that later. We strolled in with reservations for four and were seated promptly. It was none too crowded. On first blush, the space was well-done--big and airy, not the standard NYC shoe closet. We were seated "outside;" actually it was a covered area, but the trees surrounding us made for a nice outdoor simulation. The wait staff, though pretty to look at, was definitely off their game. It took a some effort to wave them down to get drink orders in, but after that, it was fine. Surprisingly there were kids in the room with us. I don't know why I found the presence of kids so surprising since this, after all, was a restaurant. Maybe it's because I'd convinced myself this was more of a club with food; no matter since kids don't usually bother me. Usually. As is often the case with both Murphy and me, the particular child roaming the room was obviously not quite right in the cabeza AND had taken a liking to my friend's girlfriend's bright pink coat. The child also had a preternatural ability to squirm his way out of his parents' grasp. Mix in a few glasses of wine on the part of the friend's girlfriend's to this recipe and viola! Instant, drooly, uncomfortable fun. But alas, I was occupied on my end of the table by the ever-growing Bears party being thrown in the back room. Look, I'm about as homophobic as Cher's costume designer, but when the guy checking IDs decided to invoke his constitutional right to bare arms (as well as the rest of his hairy torso) by removing his shirt, Baloo and Company should've at least made sure the rest of us were done with our meals. Yikes. I look straight ahead and am greeted with a shirtless Grizzly Adams; I turn to the side and watch the spectacle of a grown woman attempting to negotiate personal space with a trisomy 21 whose parents have evidently given up on policing. So I look down and face my food. I ordered the lamb shank, which was just okay. It wasn't horrible, but I have had better. The meat was tender and braised well, but the sauce could've used a little more herbage to freshen up the dish. The orzo was nice, but it's kind of hard to jack up orzo. My girlfriend's butternut squash soup was much better than my dish. I also did like the bathroom. In all, beauty of a space. OK food. Middle-of-the road service. But, oh, what a show you get with your dinner! Three hairy, shirtless, mongoloid stars.
