There's really not a whole lot I care to eat at Lulu's. Mostly things are fried, and I've never walked way from a meal there feeling really happy about the food. I absolutely marvel at the summer crowds who wait for hours for a table. Sure, the place has its charms — the live music and chance to dump your kids in the sand while you get sauced — but I wouldn't wait five minutes for a table. Instead, make your way to the bar and order a Bushwacker. Lulu's version is the champagne of Bushwackers (and Florabama's is the PBR). It's thick and ice creamy and made extra special with a generous squirt of chocolate syrup and a swirl of whipped cream on top. Might as well call it dessert.