Skipper’s Smokehouse in Tampa isn’t just a restaurant—it’s a full-blown Florida fever dream where oak trees drip with Spanish moss above colorful picnic tables, blues music floats through the air, and the smell of smoked fish makes you weak in the knees.
You know those places that feel like they’ve been plucked straight out of a Jimmy Buffett song?
The kind where you half expect to see a parrot perched at the bar nursing a tiny margarita?
That’s Skipper’s Smokehouse for you…