For many years, the Ches-Del was a mandatory stop on the way home from Florida, close enough to be an end-capper, but far enough to be a needed respite before the journey home. My grandparents swore by the place.
It's not quite the same now. Highway 1 has left the Ches-Del a bypassed relic, with traffic speeding by and over the Canal. The restaurant looks a bit old, rust spots and faded paint. Walk in, and it's much the same. Half the room is blocked off. The wall drapings are dirty, and the paint is showing it's age. There was very little energy, and few of the patrons were younger than 50.
That said, there's a quaintness, a sense of place to the Ches-Del. Their menu reflects the area, heavy on the seafood, led by their Crab Imperial. The vegetables were fresh and in-season. The food was reliable. The dining room sports a nice little Astroturf display with various stuffed animals displaying baseball logos.
It may not quite be the heydays of the Ches-Del, but it's a great little spot for daytrippers and the occasional visitor.