Like I said, though. If something scares the crap out of me, I wan't to be able to blow it's flippin' head off. Like those conflabbed snakes that hide in boxes in RE4 until you cut them open.
I haven't been there in years myself. I went to Myrtle Beach last summer, but I spent most of the time reading for my school reading program... (they actually expect us to read not one but TWO boring books over the summer. It's not like I didn't read 17 Starwars Novels. Yeesh)
The only place I ate out was Chuck's, which I swear has the best steaks in the whole city. And they have a freakin' awesome mailbox! 2457.