The house of Poo
Trip Start Dec 01, 2010
51Trip End Mar 01, 2011
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With the push of a button, a nice young lady from On Star asked me where she could take me today. With a bold voice and smile on my face I replied " we need to find Captain Poo's". After a small delay she replied " I have the first part, Captain, but what was the last name? Gail and I could hardly keep from laughing out loud. We both knew that she was testing the waters to make sure this was not a prank. I again boldly instructed her and with what seemed like a surprised tone in her voice she said she found it and would send directions to my Silverado
As luck would have it we were only 4 miles from the place. I threw the truck in gear and off we went. Arriving on location, Gail was once again not impressed. An old building in the middle of a marina, right on the water. She was a little more impressed though with the fact that the parking lot was full and finding a spot was a task. We entered through an old storm door on the back of the place. There we were, standing in a wooden enclosed deck, they called it the "tiki bar". The place was jammed. We sat in the first 2 bar stools we could find and bellied up to the bar.
A very nice bartender came over and took our order and got our drinks. Waiting on our meal, Gail, as she loves to do, stared at the meals coming out of the kitchen. One after another, with no tickets the servers would place the meal in front of the correct person. It was amazing how they could tell where each one went and in what order. All of a sudden, there it was, our meals had arrived. We both opted for the Friday special, a platter of flounder, fries, cole slaw, and yes that southern staple, hush puppies! The plates were mounded with food and even I was impressed by the portions. All this food for $6.00. Very nice.
I looked over at Gail and she had this puzzled look on her face. She then blurted out to the bartender "what's this thing". Well he laughed and explained that that was a hushpuppie. You see, the puppies here looked as though they were shot out of a caulking gun. Perfectly oblong, like a golden brown Tootsie roll.
Gail's immediate reply was "oh I'm from the North" and the bartender was quick with another reply - REALLY - he said with a big laugh. You could hear the giggles of those sitting around us as Gail inspected and then tasted this little golden treasure. She gave her approval and another good laugh was had.
After finishing our meals and paying the bill it was time to hit the road towards home. We had eaten at the famous Captain Poo's (www.captpoos.com). Now time will only tell if the name sake of this place would be the result of eating here. So far so good.