My wife asked me if i wanted to go to Joes down on River St.
Sure
I got bugs again (sorry my phone cam dont take good pics)
(http://i868.photobucket.com/albums/ab242/nepas1/jcsh1.jpg)
Bugs, shrimps, corn and an andouille link which i could not finish.
(http://i868.photobucket.com/albums/ab242/nepas1/jcsh.jpg)
That looks soooo good! Miss River Street!
have a " eat at joes " here in so cal,,,great place
Rick, I know you will take this as a compliment when I say "DAMN YOU!" ;D
Quote from: KyNola on March 07, 2013, 08:07:34 PM
Rick, I know you will take this as a compliment when I say "DAMN YOU!" ;D
;D ;D
I know brother
One minute it's there next minute it's gone.....yum !
Joe's Crab Shack?
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Quote from: mikecorn.1 on March 08, 2013, 05:32:45 AM
Joe's Crab Shack?
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What mike said
With forgiveness asked of the Bard (ye olde Raconteur)
Eat at Joe's Scene from Hamlet
Act 3, Scene 1
Thibodeaux
Oh, what a noble mind is here – fer sure!—
The charcutier's, boucher's, Boudreaux's, eye, tongue, Santoku,
Th' expectancy and rose of thy fair Beb,
The glass of ale and the plate of bugs,
Th' observed of all observers, quite, quite down!
And he, of men most deject and wretched,
Done peenched dat tail ond sucked dat head,
Now see that noble and most sovereign reason
Like sweet Lagniappe , out of tune and harsh;
That unmatched form and feature of blown youth
Blasted with crawfish fat. Oh, woe is me,
T' have seen what I have seen, see what I see!
Boudreaux (NePas)
Lagniappe? My taste does not that way tend.
Nor what he spake, though it lacked form a little,
Was not unlike madness. There's something in his soul
O'er which his melancholy sits on brood,
Laissez les bon temps rouler I say!
Will be some danger—which for to prevent,
I have in quick determination
Thus set it down: I shall with speed have more ale
For the demand of my neglected thirst.
Haply the bayous and parishes be different
What you was doin yesterday? Fais do do?
This something-settled matter in my heart,
Whereon my brains still beating puts me thus
Bon temps - . Bonjour y'all!
Robicheaux
It shall do well. But yet do I believe
The origin and commencement of his joie de vivre
Sprung from overused grinder?—How now, O' Thibodeaux?
Perchance tell us what Lord NePas hath said.
Merci beaucoup!