At St. Pete's, they use next to no tomato sauce and lots of clams, but they load it up with mozzarella. This makes the crust soggy in the middle. It's still pretty good, but I know I could have ordered better. The waiter suggests that next time I try the Greco pizza with feta and olives. Determined to stick with the simple stuff, I suggest we get a fried seafood platter, which is listed on the menu as the BF Combo.
Herb asks the waiter.
You'd think it would be hard to mess up a fried seafood platter, but St. Pete's makes it look easy. The large piece of deep-fried catfish is a little warm, but the oysters, fried shrimp and french fries are all stone cold. Our table may have a nice view of Main Street, but it's blocked from the waiter's sight line by the bar, so after a few minutes of arm-waving, we flag down a passing employee and send the platter back to the kitchen for reheating. Our waiter returns with it promptly, apologizing profusely. But even when we try the fried food piping hot, we are underwhelmed.