We learned last year to go early. Like 4:30 so we avoid the most crowded weekend evening times but even at 4:30, you may not get a spot to sit. But we were lucky enough to sit both nights. The first night, we sat at the bar. There is an incredible amount of "flair" at this place. Not only is the old salty sailors that go, but the other locals, the decor, and the food. We like to share a pound of steamed shrimp, hush puppies, and a small cup of coleslaw. They cook it to order and serve it on a small cookie sheet. There rolls of paper towels on the table or bar. You literally roll up your sleeves and dig in. I can't tell you how yummy and fresh it is. I am so lucky Nola entertains my repetitive cravings. I can't get enough fresh shrimp at the beach.
Our reflection from the bar. |
Some flair |
Just what you would expect at a beach bar right? |
Dinner! |
Rolling up my sleeves! |
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