Saturday I made a mistake that I am embarrassed to admit. I went on a bike ride with not an ounce of food. After a few hours of biking and strolling, I was ravenous. Luckily on our way back to town we passed by a small shack with a sign for oysters and about 13 motorcycles outside. Obvi we had to stop.
As soon as we opened the menu, we knew this was our kind of place:
Oyster shooters are one of those things that sound disgusting (and they are disgusting) but for some reason we feel like every time they are presented it is a challenge. And like our good friend Barney Stinson, we never turn down a challenge.
After I posed with this cute lil mug of grossness, Matt shot it back. No oyster shooter for me today, thank you.
We kept it light since we were meeting friends later for margaritas so we split one dozen oysters and one bacon wrapped shrimp skewer:
This place was the definition of a dive bar and totally worth the stop. I wish that we were there a little later because there is an outdoor patio set up with a stage where they have live bands and you can tell this is the kind of crowd that knows how to have a good time. And then behind the patio there are a few tables and a fire pit set up….along with dozens of toilets used as planters.
Weird and kitchy but I am a fan of up-cycling so why not?
We got home with just enough time to shower before dashing out for Mexican food with friends. It didn’t hit me until midway through my grande order of guacamole that this might not have been the best way to eat before my first long run of the training schedule Sunday morning. Ooops.
Dive bars/hole in the wall restaurants: yay or nay?
Yay! these are the places that usually have the best food for the best prices.
Weirdest thing you have ever eaten?
I think oyster shooter would be near the top of my list.