|Kids throwing rocks will be fed to|
|Don't worry, she didn't throw any rocks.|
|My husband, Robbie, with a plate of peel-and-eat shrimp.|
He's South African where they don't bother peeling theirs.
They eat the shells, legs and everything!
|This is me, Tina. I ordered their delicious fried shrimp.|
Our son, Jeremiah, is eating at the table behind me.
|Amanda, our youngest.|
|What goes up must come down.|
Do Not Feed Birds!
Is that a french fry?