I liked people watching there as well, most of the folks were tourists, but there were a good number of local as well, with the musical nuances of their accents as they spoke about getting kids to games, a shrimp boil gathering, and other normal, every Sunday sorts of things. It was lovely and relaxed.
Then, together, we packed up everything in the room, got it all into the car, checked out while there were no people in the lobby, and took the second batch of folks to the airport and came back and parked the car in the hotel garage, we had in and out privileges at the garage all day.
But we were second in line, so we got window seats, and it was absolutely amazing. It's known for its oysters, and we love our raw oysters, but we'd heard so much about their chargrilled oysters that we ordered half a dozen raw, half a dozen char-grilled, and just two cups of their crab and corn soup for our lunch.
And a beautiful way to introduce people to oysters, as they aren't too crazy. It's just cooked shellfish with butter, garlic, and parm, and the presentation is so good and the flavors so nice that Ryan, who had never had a raw oysters in his life, really enjoyed the grilled ones the previous day.
The raw ones, though, were astonishingly good. The ones at Shaggy's had been very good as well, but the ones at the White Cap hadn't been nearly so fresh, and they felt like they'd been 'washed' in fresh water as they didn't taste quite right. Here they'd done all the right things and when the oysters showed up at our table they were good and cold, sweet and tender, and while it's odd to think of something as soft as an oyster as "crisp" it was that bite into them was good and crisp. Great oysters are that kind of "crisp" to me, where the flesh doesn't squish or ooze or any of those things most people associate with oysters, there this instant snap/firmness giving to the tooth that I love, love, love about great oysters. Plus they tasted like the sea.
Wonderful, fresh, raw oysters taste like the bay or the ocean water they're grown in. John and I have had taster platters with six oysters, each from a different bay or inlet, and we were amazed by the differences in taste between each of them when they were beautifully transported and taken care of during their transport; and they have to be as cold as in their home waters for them to taste just right.
These were wonderful. We inhaled both platters before the waitress even came around to get our order for our soup. *laughs* So we wandered the restaurant for pictures, the bathroom, and found that the restaurant was very, very narrow and deep, and they had a lot of long tables at the back that they seat family style, where lots of people share the tables. That was really cool, so they probably got most of that line into the restaurant before they were full up. And they were full up before they were done with all of the line that had formed outside.
That was so worth doing. *laughs*
From there we went back to the hotel, did the hurry up and wait thing with all the people that were going to the airport, and then loaded up three cars with people to go drive around the Ninth Ward and the other Brad Pitt housing project just to see what was there.
There were also more people around on a Sunday morning. We actually saw a lot of kids playing around their houses, in the street, something we hadn't seen the last two years, so that was a really encouraging sign.
It's a new problem along with the fact that insurance is expensive. In Biloxi, the insurance for one of those tiny houses is now $300 a month!! Which is more than the mortgage would have been if it were newly bought. It's amazing how expensive insurance is, and how that drives up the overall cost of living there.
We drove about, found the three "Green" houses that Pitt built right by the levee on the other side, and found all three of them still for sale. They've been standing empty for three years now. I guess they were too expensive for the neighborhood? I dunno... all I know is that it seems a waste to just see them standing there, empty.
It was a beautiful day, too, sunny and 60 and lovely and warm.
From there we headed to the airport, where we watched the US play Canada in the hockey final as much as we could, got on the plane, and arrived to snow. We all got to the church, unhindered, and Jet met John and I in his Hawaiian outfit, just shorts and short-sleeved shirt and hugged me all the way back to the car. Poor guy.
We got home and mostly just fell asleep. I am tired, I guess.