The hub was flying into Pensacola, so the kid and I decided to spend the day in that direction. Here's the kid at our favorite beach in Perdido Key talking to the cuz on the phone. We are anxiously awaiting her arrival at the end of June! Yay Jacq! Look at that gorgeous water!
We began with lunch at
LuLu's, Lucy Buffet's crazy tourist trapy place in Gulf Shores. We went at an odd time because the food is fairly good and it's a fun atmosphere. Would I wait to get in? Not on your life! Seems the crazy sista (of Jimmy Buffet) has branched out even bigger. (Great website, btw.)
Lord have mercy. Daig sista, spread the love to your Fish River neighbors!
I do adore her LA caviar, but we skipped it this time.
I ordered the "everything but the kitchen sink" salad. Good stuff.
A snap by the kid. Mom would kill me if she saw me flipping my hair at the table. I be sorry.
But, the pièce de résistance was the dessert I had to have. Not the kid, mind you, ME! ! Now you know bread pudding is the big thing round these parts. But guess what Lucy's is made from? Krispy Kreme doughnuts, I kid you not. Who could say NO? Not me! We both had a couple of bites and then I had to say "Walk away from the bread pudding Rosemary, just walk away." This, btw, is my new favorite term. We were really good and truthfully only had two bites each. Well, maybe it was three. LHM. Smack me down and call me crazy.
After we finished at LuLu's, it was definitely time for a nap. But, since we were on a mission, there was not time. We headed down to the Gulf coast and followed it East towards Pensacola. The Gulf was breathtaking.
We stopped off at
Joe Patti's at the suggestion of dear Dar, another fish market.
Some fresh local delicacies. (The mullet are the ones that love to jump here in the river during the spring. It's too much fun to watch!)
Some of the local fishing boats in from a long day including Capt. Joe himself.
We then headed up to our favorite little point, Santa Rosa Sound, to sit and kill time until the hub's flight arrived. The
Blue Angels flew by in what looked like a missing man formation, or the practice thereof.
Then the fishermen began to arrive and set up their poles. Here, the gent caught a catfish which he threw back in.
The sunset was awe-inspiring. The guys said, "You don't really think we come out here to fish, do you? We come out here to watch the sun set." I'm with 'em on that.
It was then time to pick up the hub and head to dinner. The kid and I had decided on
McGuire's Pub for a special treat. We'd never been here before and it was another suggestion from Dar.
Good one at that. (Another fun website.)
The walls, ceilings and any space is full of dollar bills. It is too much fun!
Loved this saying. Gonna have to remember that.
We ordered the boxty's, a fried mashed potato type deal. I thought they were pancakes but they were more croquet style. Good just the same, of course.
The the hub and I shared the Senate bean soup. Very good. Just like my Uncle Ralph used to make.
The hub ordered prime rib that was actually grilled. I'm not a big fan of prime rib, but the grilling made it very tasty indeed.
I ordered the steak and mushroom pie, your normal pub fare. Mmmmmm.
I loved the four leaf clover cut out on the pastry.
The kid ordered his favorite, fish and chips.
Dessert? Oh yes. White and dark chocolate cream pie.
Famous folks have all been here. I even noticed Jimmy PAGE's signed photo on the way out. Yowza.
When we left, I noted this little number. This is about my speed. Could you see me driving this baby with the kid in the sidecare? tehe. We had a
Goliath about this color sitting in the back yard for years growing up. It brought back memories!! I would love to have that car now!!
Ok, now I'm hungry. Time for leftovers!
xo
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This is our last night before heading home. The kid is trying to coax me into staying another week, but there are things to do, people to see; and so we must go home. Not that I wouldn't love to stay another week. Of course, I would.
Our first mission of the day was to find the exact mattress pad we have here on our bed. The hub loves this bed so much more than the one at home even though they are the exact same bed, bought at the exact (well, almost) same time. So, I figure it has to be the mattress pad. And since we bought the mattress pad down here, we went on a seek and find journey. And journey it was. The outlet mall no longer has the Westpoint mega store, so we opted for my trustworthy Tuesday Morning. It was in Gulf Shores, so we made a little trip to the beach, so to say. This is it, the end of the road. The beach, straight ahead. And not a cloud in the sky. Loverly.
We actually found one that is pretty darn close to the one we have. How's that. And, of course we had built up an appetite. I had a hankering for waffles. WAFFLES! Oh my. It was so good even at 3ish.
We got home, did some fixin' of the place and then, before we knew it, it was dinner time. Wha? Never have to ask me twice. We went down the street to our local Big Daddy's. Always good for a quick meal on the last night out. Shrimp? Oh yes. Of course. Don't mind if I do.
The hub wanted a Pabst for the first time since his college days, or so he says.
Kids were playing on the home-made beach.
While the dock was full of men talking boats and the slightly older kids were netting for mullet. It was such a peaceful night. A perfect end to a perfect week at Riverside. Sigh.
