Aimee's back home this week in her favorite state, Texas. Unfortunately, I don't think she'll take advantage of my favorite restaurant, Captain Tom’s Seafood & Oyster Bar.
"Captain Tom’s shucks all the pretense away from the overwrought oyster house and gets you back to its origins as working man’s tavern food. Even better, Tom’s tone and taste profile isn’t Maine, Massachusetts or Manhattan, but rather coastal Mexico.
Outside and inside, Captain Tom’s is shaped like a snubnosed Gulf shrimp boat. Listing gently starboard on a sea of concrete, it also rises steeply upwards towards the bow, making for some tenuously anchored seats at the bar. If you go off hours and have a choice, grab a seat on the bow or lower stern, the two flattest parts of the boat."
Outside and inside, Captain Tom’s is shaped like a snubnosed Gulf shrimp boat. Listing gently starboard on a sea of concrete, it also rises steeply upwards towards the bow, making for some tenuously anchored seats at the bar. If you go off hours and have a choice, grab a seat on the bow or lower stern, the two flattest parts of the boat."
Check it out, the restaurant is actually A BOAT. Aweseome.
A Dozen Oysters: $4.00...The Best, Jerry, the Best.
Have a great visit, Wife!
Aimee and Matt, on uncle Chuck's Texas Ranch, Christmas '06.
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