Mark got the sheepshead. Yes, that is right, cornmeal crusted sheepshead. I thought the same thing. I had to ask, because really, at this place, you can never be sure if it is sheepshead or sheep's head. It was a fish. And delicious:

His sides were chower peas (aka black eyed peas) and greens.
I picked shrimp creole:

I am not sure why. I was flustered because I had just sent back wine (which I have never done), they were out of the deep fried cheese grits, and Mark had just picked the sheepshead. I panicked. It was good none the less. My favorite part was the ham, and I usually hate ham!
Hopefully I will make my own fish dish this week!
1 comment:
I don't know when in my life I will make it there, but I want to go!!! I love that this is your blog and you can post whatever the heck you want!!!
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