Oh, Billy's Seafood, we love thee. Your shrimp boats and fishing nets and clam shell-covered parking lot are foreign to us Lake Michiganders. You're ramshackle and rough around the edges and just perfect. I wrote about you last year, too. Such is my love.
And, you, Tin Top...
the girl has been talking about your wedge salad with it's scrumptious homemade bleu cheese dressing for exactly one year. Yep, it lived up to the memory.
Sorry but she didn't want anything to do with your fried crab claws, though.
Nope. Not a fan of the crab.
Your pie was a special treat for the secondborn and was a big hit. And I savored every tasty morsel of your fried green tomatoes.
Your amazing live oaks and perfect little white church next door add to your idyllic perfection.
'Til we meet again.