Worst oyster po-boy of my life! Surly service delivering a plate of what can best be described as "Regret." A large eight inch crouton, cut in half, piled not at all with lackluster, measly fried oysters and the most non-garlic "garlic sauce" in all Creation. The container-brick (I won't say bread) was cold, hard, stale and crumbled into shards when you unfortunately tried to bite it. I mean, how do you mess up bread?? But don't worry; you will be happy to discover that it is also overpriced! So as you wait an eternity for a bill, hoping your car is has not been broken into outside, you can savor their best drink: water. At least IT was moist.
Own or manage this property? Claim your listing for free to respond to reviews, update your profile and much more.