We went to the local, trendy beach spot the first night. The price reflected the view, not the quality. CD and I had grilled grouper sandwiches and the kids had fried shrimp and fried grouper "fingers". Bug peeled the breading off his shrimp before eating them so he could taste the fish better. Pook liked our grouper better than his. We know better than to order off a kid's menu, but we often forget.
Sunday, following more beach and more ice cream and a climb up the lighthouse, we returned to Apalachicola. While walking alongside the fishing boats, we struck up a conversation with a fisherman, cleaning up his boat for the day. When asked what he caught, he replied, "These days I trade diesel fuel for shrimp." He must love being on the water; that's a tough life.
We aimed for the same suggested restaurant, but it was closed, so we went to another mentioned spot at an old inn. Pook and I had good crab cakes, although unconventionally prepared with corn in them. CD had a fried platter and Bug chose pizza. I thought of the fisherman we'd met and whether it would be practical to drive home with a cooler full of shrimp. We did not.
Happy belated anniversary! I remember well your wedding day.
ReplyDeleteThe seafood sounds wonderful - and unlike Lesley, I like grits.
Andrea