Alright, kid, listen up—because I don’t throw around compliments like confetti at a cheap wedding. Tonight, after a long day of meetings, I decided to take the staff out for a meal. We could’ve gone to any joint, but we landed at Catch 110, and let me tell you, I’m considering making it my new office.
We walked in, and boom—Asia, our server, greets us like she’s been waiting all day just for us. Sunshine in a bottle, this kid. Then her sister, Ltysha, swings by, and between the two of them, it’s like a masterclass in service. They knew that menu better than I know my own shoe size, and I’ve been wearing the same damn size since 6th grade.
Now, the food—holy hell, the food. We started with the coconut shrimp, and I’m not exaggerating when I say it changed my life. I’ve had coconut shrimp before, but never like this. This was like if coconut shrimp went to finishing school, learned to play the violin, and won a Nobel Prize. Then, the potatoes—turns out, potatoes have been holding back on us all these years because these potatoes? Best I’ve ever had. And the corn? Sweet mother of all that is good, I think angels hand-shucked that corn themselves.
And just when I thought I couldn’t be more impressed, dessert hits the table—a gluten-free brownie that didn’t taste like punishment, and cotton candy for my overtired seven-year-old, which turned his grumpiness into pure joy. Of course, my kid orders the most expensive thing on the menu—the crab—because he has flair, and then devours it in 2.5 seconds like some kind of adorable sea monster.
The best part? We were all stealing bites from each other’s plates because no one wanted to miss a single thing. It wasn’t just a meal—it was an experience. If you haven’t been to Catch 110 yet, what the hell are you waiting for? Get there. Now.