Saturday, September 29, 2007

Dining In Cobb – again.

On the 4-Lane about a mile north of the Big Chicken there is a building that used to be an Arby’s Restaurant. It has been several converted into businesses over about the past dozen years.

Lately, as we drive by we have noticed a sign about a sea food restaurant coming soon.

Yesterday we must have had a premonition it was finally opened. We drove directly there with plans to try them out. We decided that if they were not open yet we would just keep on going and eat at Williamson Brothers Barbecue.

They were opened. When we walked in we saw there were two people behind a counter and a woman alone in the dining area talking on her cell phone. The two men behind the counter gave us their complete attention. One was white and one was black. The black man was an older man. The white man was probably under 30. He had a an effeminate Cajun accent.

The black man asked us if this was our first time there. We said yes.

Their menu was printed on the counter. We asked them how long they have been opened. The white man said today was their first day.

We laugh and nodded at the other man and said, “He asked us if we have been here before.”

The man shrugged and said, “I know.”

According to the menu most of their seafood was fried. We did not want fried food. I saw that they had steamed shrimp and ordered a half pound spicy and a cup of gumbo. Anna ordered steamed shrimp not spicy and a cup of clam chowder.

From the time we sat down we realized we have gotten ourselves into another mess. No napkins were available unless you go to the counter and ask for them. We both got a plate of spicy shrimp. I thought my shrimp was spiced just right to - just spicy enough to enhance the taste. Anna does not like spicy food at all. You had to peel de-shell and de-leg the shrimp yourself. That was fine, but left your hands a smelly mess. No napkins?

When the white guy paid a polite visit to us to ask how the food was we told him that her shrimp was too spicy. He politely took the plate and soon the black man returned with another plate of shrimp that wasn’t spiced up. He stood there to check to see if it was ok. It tasted better, Anna said.

The gumbo was good. It was shrimp gumbo with bits and pieces of whatever. The shrimp in the gumbo still had the legs and shells too. It looked as if Anna’s clam chowder was dumped out of a can, which I am sure it was. A can of clam chowder would cost under two bucks. They sold it to us for $3.95.

We left. As walked out I asked Anna should I run back in and ask if they are opened on Sundays… HAW!!!

We are just going have to be more selective in where we eat. Our adventures in dining usually ends in an upset stomach.

Soon we will be eating on the ship – at their mercy. Oh me.

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Blogger Button Gwinnett said...

You crack me up with your Cobb Co. dining stories. You either meet some strange character or you see a long lost ghost from the past.

One of these days when I'm over near May-retta, I'll have to ask you and Ann out to eat, just so I can witness these Eddie-esque spectacles myself!

5:04 AM  
Blogger ET said...

Come on!
I think Marietta attracts nuts - I'm here aren't I?

5:12 AM  
Blogger Button Gwinnett said...

That's true! You might be a nut. But you are a good nut. ;-)

8:02 AM  
Blogger ET said...

A good nut is hard to crack.

8:51 AM  

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