Coldish (for us), rain, sometimes driving rain, brief (thank goodness!) near gale force winds - not ideal weather for road travel, but travel we did to the ophthalmologist for a check to see that all was well after my recent cataract surgeries. All is as it should be, thanks be to God.
After the office visit, I heard the oysters calling, and we headed back to Drago's Restaurant. We ordered charbroiled oysters as an appetizer once again. After I tasted the first oyster, I said, "Ummm, this is better than sex." I asked Grandpère, "Do you think these are better than sex?"
He blushed and said, "I don't know. You embarrass me." Now this conversation was strictly entre nous. No one else was within earshot. Why was GP embarrassed? I asked him, but he couldn't say.
We moved on to the the salad and the entrée. Mine was more oysters, this time fried, and GP had Shrimp Herradura, the dish I had last time, except mine was with oysters. Drago's does fried oysters well, too.
My one complaint about the food is that the salad consists mainly of iceberg lettuce, with a few, a very few, tasty salad greens thrown in. Note to chef: ditch the iceberg altogether.
Then it was back home again in the nasty weather, with me tense in the passenger seat, braking with both feet.
Image stolen from Mark's profile. Mark blogs as Oyster at Your Right Hand Thief, and he's not at all good about answering email.
Iceberg lettuce is so Metry. I wish my constitution would allow me the luxury of Drago these days. One of my favorite haunts when I lived in the metro NOLA area for 30 yrs or so.
ReplyDeleteCher Grandpère! I'll bet he still blushes easily. Go easy on him. Maybe he can't remember past the oysters.
Mimi, I'm very happy that the check up went according to plan. Good for you!
ReplyDeleteGood news about the checkup -- I think sex is better than oysters but then anything is better than oysters IMO
ReplyDeleteYes, what Suzanne says.
ReplyDeleteAlso, Crapaud's last paragraph.
Sometimes oysters are hard to remember!
Crapaud! Now I'm having second thoughts about telling the story, but it's too late. It's already out there. Poor GP. His wife embarrasses him in more than one way.
ReplyDeleteAnn, if you would taste one Louisiana oyster....
And you know what they say about oysters? Aphrodisiac! Eating oysters is a win/win situation.
I'm quite pleased that all is well with my eyes.
Grandpere is lucky --Joel stopped giving me that line a decade or so ago because somehow, just somehow I would carry on and do something that really would embarrass him!
ReplyDeleteAnd, yes Grandmere --sometimes oysters ARE better than sex!
PS --I, too, am really glad to know all is well with your eyes!
ReplyDeleteI'm so jealous! I love oysters - but I do not envy you the drive in that weather!
ReplyDeleteMargaret, GP looked so vulnerable when he said the words, that I couldn't go on to further embarrass him.
ReplyDeleteCiss, I don't know if everything came together this year to make the oysters especially delicious, or if they're always this good, and I've forgotten. I'm inclined to believe that this years' crop is special.
We made the trip safely, but it was harrowing for me. I'm glad we reached home before dark.
Maybe GP agrees that oysters are better than sex and believes that it may be his fault.
ReplyDeleteGive him a chance to redeem himself, dear.
Paul(A.), I never thought of that! In my and GP's defense, I'm a live-in-the-moment kind of person. If I'm enjoying myself, I tend to think the present pleasure is the best ever.
ReplyDeleteAnd I shall heed your wise words to give GP his chance at redemption.
Mimi,
ReplyDeleteI might understand where he's coming from.
You wouldn't think it from talking to me here, but serious discussions about sex or - and this is important - mentions of it in public with someone with whom I'm intimate leave me very uncomfortable. It's weird, it's prudish, it's part of me.
Sex is a great thing, if that's what you're into, it's just not a point of actual discussion for us old liberal men.
I will suggest, though, that you look for Nanny Ogg's cookbook, which includes a recipe for carrot-and-oyster pie - "carrots so you can see in the dark and oysters so you have something to look at."
Mark, what you say makes good sense. I believe that talking about sex in a public place could have caused the embarrassment.
ReplyDeleteThanks for the good-night laugh from Nanny Ogg.
I am so glad your eyes are doing well.
ReplyDeleteDepends on the sex, is what I say. Oysters are pretty good.
ReplyDeleteSay, did you see the piece in the NYTimes this morning about the oyster men? I don't know what it's like on your part of the coast but 'round Galveston it's hard times and few oysters.
Hooray for your eyes Mimi!
ReplyDeleteOh dear, these days I would have to say that oysters are definitely better than sex, since there is none of the latter in my life these days, alas. I am fortunate that when I want oysters I can just walk down to one of two really good restaurants (or drive five minutes to another).
ReplyDeleteOh, and delighted to know all is well with the eyes. Wouldn't expect anything else.
ReplyDeleteThanks everyone for your support. You've been with me from the beginning, with the pre-surgery angst, continuing through the near freakout during the first surgery, and the calm of the second operation, and I thank you from my heart. I'm already taking my new eyes for granted.
ReplyDeleteLindy, I did not see the article on the hard times of the Galveston oystermen. The oyster harvest around here seems to be bountiful. I'll have a look.
Glad the check up on your eyes was good.
ReplyDeleteWell, Mimi, you know what they say - "If you have to ask the question . . ."
ReplyDeleteI guess I'm a real Anglican. I think oysters AND sex are gifts from God. Both are to be enjoyed. It's just that you can (more easily and legally) enjoy oysters in public.
Hey, I guess that's a better title than "More weather and ugly oysters".
ReplyDeleteSorry I was delinquent in responding, Ms Mimi. I missed out!
Yum!
ReplyDeleteTwo Auntees, thanks.
ReplyDeleteElizabeth, what can I say? You're right. Oysters are better than sex if you're sitting in a restaurant.
Oyster, it's all your loss, m'dear.
Tobias, I probably shouldn't tell you, but the Loosiana ersters taste a tad, just a tad, better than the New Yawk variety.
Luz'i anner oysters are better than those on the east coast. But, the very best are pulled from the waters of Matagorda Bay in a little place I like to call Texas. They are the only ones I'll eat.
ReplyDeleteLindy, I can't quarrel with you, because I've never tasted the oysters from Matagorda bay in that little place called Texas.
ReplyDeleteThat makes me feel sad, Mimi. Matagorda has some of the cleanest water on the Gulf Coast. And the oysters and shrimp pulled outta there really are tops.
ReplyDeleteLindy, I'm not dead yet. It could happen.
ReplyDeleteWhen you said you wanted to get the hell out of Texas, I didn't think that you'd go so far away.
I feel very strongly about the Texas thing. China is as far as you can get from the Diocese of Texas without leaving the planet, and if there were rocket ships, I'd think about doing that... I am much relieved not to have those pesky piskies in my face all day.
ReplyDeleteAnd, it's not like the Episcopalians are the only judgmental wackadoos in Texas. Just the most annoying.
ReplyDeleteI prefer a land where I don't know the language. That way I can't tell if I'm surrounded by a-holes or not, I choose to believe that everyone in China is my friend and in the absence of clear evidence to the contrary... I find that things are more pleasant when I don't know what others are saying.
I prefer a land where I don't know the language. That way I can't tell if I'm surrounded by a-holes or not....
ReplyDeleteI hear ya, Lindy.