“That’s honey mustard,” the teenager sighed.
Liam took a bite of his own Barnacle Burger , which was, to be fair, surprisingly juicy despite the wilted lettuce. As a splash of blue raspberry shot up through his straw, he watched his daughter grin, a smear of honey mustard on her cheek. pirates bay waterpark menu
Maya dipped a tender. She took a bite. Her eyes went wide. “That’s honey mustard,” the teenager sighed
They claimed a wobbly table under a tattered canvas umbrella. When the tray arrived—orange plastic baskets lined with fake newspaper print—Maya gasped. The tenders were enormous, golden, and steaming. The fries were thick-cut and dusted with something that tasted like paprika and magic. And the Grog’s Gulp was so electric blue it glowed. Maya dipped a tender
“Dad,” she whispered, looking out at the wave pool where a man in a inflatable parrot tube was flipping over. “This is better than finding actual buried treasure.”
Liam grinned, peeling off his goggles. The great debate of the day had arrived. “What’ll it be? The Kraken’s Kitchen or Salty Sally’s Snack Shack?”
“We’ll take two Captain’s Tenders,” Liam said, handing over a credit card as if surrendering a chest of doubloons. “One with buried treasure sauce. And a Grog’s Gulp.”