Ourstory.
The corner of 30A and 395 has been the heart of this town for eighty years. The deer has been here for the last decade of it.
In the 1940's, when Seagrove Beach was nothing more than a few houses hidden behind sand dunes, a man named Cube McGee saw something more. He saw a paradise unlike any other along the Emerald Coast — and he was determined to build it.
What began as scattered cottages slowly grew into a community of shared porches, slow afternoons, and the kind of evenings that linger long after the sun goes down. The corner of 30A and 395 became the heart of it.
Surfing Deer sits on that corner. We borrow our name from the storied deer that once roamed the dune line — and from the easy salt-air spirit of the place. The menu is New American with a coastal accent: fish pulled fresh from the Gulf, vegetables from the farms a few miles inland, cocktails poured slow.
Come hungry. Stay late. Watch the sky turn from gold to indigo over the patio. That's what 30A has always been for. That's what we're here to keep.
The patio at dusk
“Come hungry. Stay late. Watch the sky turn from gold to indigo over the patio.”