We were excited to visit and support the Bubble Room, as they'd been closed for a long time due to…read morethe storm damage. The restaurant is full of kitschy decorations, toys, photos of yesteryear and a unique place to be sure. The seating for four was a little tight - tables are close together and the buzzing staff skirted by fairly continuously during the meal. Everyone was friendly and overall, the service was OK. The food on the other hand, was pretty mediocre. The fish dishes were overcooked and tough. A raw tuna appetizer was discolored and off (we didn't eat it). The fish dip app was weirdly baked and average in taste. Deserts were very good and one should definitely get a slice of their cake (even to share). Although the meal wasn't overly expensive, it wasn't cheap either. There are better options in my opinion on Captiva and Sanibel. Glad I went here once, but that's probably my only visit.

Food was okay. Way too much going on. Decoration made me recognize the vastness and lack of…read moreimportance of time. At the end of the day, nothing we do matters and none of it ever will matter. We're all just tiny ants doing meaningless tasks. Once our grand kids die, the truth is no one will remember a single thing we do. Does anything even matter or is everything inherently meaningless? I was twenty-six when my father died. We buried him on a grey Tuesday, the kind of day that feels embarrassed to exist. A dozen people stood around the grave, umbrellas dripping, saying the small true things people say when words have already failed. He had worked forty-three years in the same factory, raised three children, loved one woman until her own heart gave out first, and kept a tiny garden where tomatoes grew sweeter than anywhere else. That was his whole life. When the minister said "ashes to ashes," I remember thinking: that really is it. A handful of soil, a few photographs that will yellow, grandchildren who will forget the sound of his laugh. The universe didn't pause. The traffic lights kept cycling. Somewhere a star burned out and no one on Earth noticed. Most of us will leave even less. We wake, we worry, we fall in love, we nurse someone through fever, we stand in grocery lines humming songs we half-remember, we grow tired and old and frightened and brave in ordinary proportions. We try to be kind on the days we can manage it. We fail, we try again. And then, quietly, we're gone. The bedroom we painted that soft impossible blue gets painted over by strangers. The jokes that once made our friends collapse in laughter die with the last person who understood them. Eight billion hearts beat right now, each certain it is the center of something, and every single one will stop without moving the stars even a fraction closer together. Yet every night I still catch myself talking to the dark like it might be listening. I say thank you for the way my daughter's hair smells after rain, for the friend who answered the phone at 3 a.m., for the brief, ridiculous joy of a perfect cup of coffee on a morning when nothing hurts. I don't know to whom I'm speaking--God, the dead, the empty air--but the gratitude feels necessary, like breathing. It's absurd: this stubborn refusal to let the story end with "and then it meant nothing." I think that refusal is the most human thing about us. So yes, we are small. We are grains of salt spilled on a table that stretches farther than longing can reach. But salt still remembers the sea. And sometimes, when I kiss my child goodnight or when a stranger and I laugh together over some small shared stupidity, I feel the ancient tide moving in us anyway--something that insists, against all evidence, that love is not just a trick to keep us breeding, that tenderness matters even when no one is keeping score. Maybe that insistence is delusion. Or maybe the delusion itself is the thinnest, brightest thread connecting us to whatever made the stars in the first place. I don't know. I only know that tomorrow I will wake up and make breakfast and try, once again, to be gentle with the unbearable brevity of being alive. And that feels, for reasons I will never explain, like enough. Waiter was nice!

The best ribs and at $12.99, unbeatable. Go and the ribs. The key lime pie is also amazing.read more

Lovely shop for quick lunches and everything to go with. Service was wonderful and promptread more

Lovely gallery! Our family loved the unique art. Kind owners who are also gifted artists. Highly…read morerecommend.

Jim Mazzotta's phenomenal works of art, appearing on T-shirts featuring lyrics to Jimmy Buffett…read moresongs, were my gateway drug into all things Buffett, Pirate, Parrot, and what later became the Margaritaville scene. I fell in love with Caribbean Soul shirts with Jim Mazzotta's designs in the early 80s. I first found them while on a summer vacation to the Outer Banks. I couldn't wait to wear them back in Indiana, especially to school, knowing how great they were, and I'd be the only one wearing them. I vividly remember when school started that Fall, one of the girls I had a crush on yelled my name down the hall and asked, "Where did you get that Jimmy Buffett shirt!?" All eyes turned, and I received those "cool shirt" accolades I had hoped for. Truth be told, until she asked me that, I had no idea who Jimmy Buffett was. I just loved the artwork on the T-shirts. Full disclosure, the "street cred" from the shirt gave me the confidence I needed to ask her out, and we dated that year. From then on, every family vacation, my cousins and I searched for more Caribbean Soul shirts to show off back home. While sorting through keepsakes and waxing nostalgic last spring, I found a few surviving T-shirts. I wore them during this summer's vacation, 40 years later. They're worn and a bit too small, because I'm now a bit too large, but the graphics are still amazing! As usual, I received several compliments about the shirts and artwork on them. I began searching online for the actual artist of these fantastic designs. Who was the artist that created the ocean and island life scenes of pirates, ships, parrots, lizards, and lovers? "Caribbean Soul" searches were somewhat fruitless as that brand name is used by many businesses now, and the original clothing brand hasn't been around for over 20 years. After many unsuccessful searches, I finally found an old online blog that referenced "the two Jimmy's shirts," as Jim Mazzotta's art and Jimmy Buffett's lyrics. I finally had a name! That led me to an art gallery website, which led me to Jim Mazzotta's Instagram page, and then to his own art gallery's website. The results of my searches proved far more magical than I had imagined. Jim Mazzotta and his wife, Kathleen, continue to create incredible works of art which are on display in their Jungle Drums Art Gallery on Captiva Island, and on Jim's Instagram page. I sent an email to the gallery explaining some of the above and asked about purchasing items my wife and I found on the website. Much to my surprise, and excitement, I received a response from Jim himself, saying he was glad I found him. I ordered Jim Mazzotta's book, "Illustrated Escapes, a Visual Journey," which includes terrific stories of his start as a young artist, how he became captivated with coastal and island life, and the story behind those first designs and concepts he and an entrepreneurial T-shirt friend created and pitched to Jimmy Buffett. It's all there, the beginning of the pulp culture style we all fondly know. The pages are full of vibrant photos of Jim's art of that era; thrillingly including many I had never seen. Jim has not only created artwork for many newspapers and Jimmy Buffett merchandise, but also for Disney and Universal Studios. The fact that what started as a search for my all-time favorite T-shirts led to enjoyable correspondence with Jim himself, and a fun conversation with Kathleen while ordering the book, all adds to the adventure. My wife and I have ordered and received some of Jim's works on canvas, already plan on ordering more, and have made the resolution to get down to Captiva Island and visit the gallery someday. Furthermore, Jim turned me on to Good Life Apparel (goodlifeshirts.com) where shirts with Jim's designs are still available! I've already ordered several, and these new shirts are outstanding. If you're looking for an entertaining cruise down tropical memory lane, then get Jim's book, "Illustrated Escapes, a Visual Journey," check out Jim's Instagram page, and the Jungle Drums Art Gallery's website! #JungleDrumsArtGallery #jungledrumsgallery #jamesmazzotta #jimmazzotta #illustratedescapes

Yolo is a cute little shop on Captiva located right next to the beach. They are your typical beach…read moreshop with shirts, hats, sunscreen, water toys and more. They also offer rentals. We have been renting from Yolo for the last few years to rent a golf cart. Golf carts on the island are so much easier than always moving your car. We always call ahead of time, about 3-4 months to make our reservation. I would definitely recommend making a reservation ahead of time as they could be sold out of the items you want. While we were picking up our golf cart, there were other customers renting chairs and umbrellas for the beach. They rent lots of different items so it would be best to check them out ahead of time when planning. There is another rental company but we prefer Yolo. I believe they are a little cheaper at Yolo so we prefer to go to them. My only complaint is the upkeep of the golf carts. The first one we rented, the steering was off and the seats were moldy. We returned it for another one and the second cart would not start sometimes and then it would jerked real fast. I think they are used so much it is hard to keep up with them but they definitely need to be looked at. My only other complaint is their deposit policy. We had to put a $500 dollar deposit down when we made the reservation. That is fine, we expect that but when we went to pick up the golf cart for the week, they did not apply the deposit to the total. Instead we had to pay for the week, almost 500 dollars plus the deposit and then wait for the deposit to be put back when we returned the cart. So basically they almost 1000 dollars of our money when our cost for the week was around 450. Besides those two, this is a great location, conveniently located and easy to use. I would recommend checking them out when planning your vacation.

YOLO... one of the few options on both Captiva and Sanibel islands to rent a golf cart. It's…read morespecifically for Captiva but there are few options along either island. I was less than impressed with our whole experience. We booked a golf cart for the weekend ahead of our stay, and only got the confirmation email of our payment and nothing more. Not any type of instructions on when or how to get the golf cart, when their website says they will deliver it and we requested we wanted it delivered when we made the reservation.. So we call that morning when it's open and they say to come pick it up- still never any communication more than that about our whole reservation. If we hadn't called I'm not sure they ever would have followed up with us. Then, we go to pick it up and probably get one of the crappiest golf carts I've ever used lol. And I was a golfer so I've used many a golf cart- this one struggled to even go like 8mph. We also saw other golf carts rented from another business on the island that were multitudes nicer than the one we got. And I wouldn't have a huge problem with a low quality golf cart except we paired nearly $200 to have it for a little over a day. That's kind of nuts, even for a tourist island. All in all it was just disappointing and a pain to use YOLO for a rental service. If I come back to the island I'd use a different rental company.

This boutique is not to be missed!! Shirley and her husband are knowledgeable and courteous. The…read moreever changing inventory is spectacular! I've bought one-of-a-kind clothing and jewelry here, and been seriously tempted by the amazing selection of art. I come to the boutique whenever I'm in Captiva; I live a couple hours north in the Tampa area.

The greatest art and wearable art gallery I have seen! Beautiful fabrics and styles. Shirley knows…read moreart fashion like no one. Each time we have a wedding I need to go to Shirley for attire. I have coveted a sharks tooth necklace for a while and finally pulled the trigger. I wore it last night: tons of compliments! Love love love them!

Took a cushman gasser . Very good work. Timely manner. Fair priced! Very knowledgeable! Highly…read morerecommend !

Recent cart purchase was a very pleasant experience. Michael the sales person was very friendly,…read moreknowledgeable and made modifications to the cart to meet our unique situation. Visited several other dealers and found them to be the best by far, and highly recommend them.