Tuesday, October 4, 2011
Shrimp Busters: Better Than Meth
Good question, my dear reader. Good question.
Second, if you find a crowded parking lot in a really, really bad part of town, you might have stumbled upon a cool place to eat and drink.
That, or a meth lab. Could be either one.
But, you know, broken bottles, pot holes and an element of danger always adds a bit of fun to this whole Suit in Strange Places gig.
Without actually having to BE in Detroit.
Not a meth lab. It’s safe to go in.
What Herby K’s has been serving here since 1936, in the part of town “progress” bypassed, is even more addictive.
Their world famous “Shrimp Busters”.
Once flattened, the shrimp are as wide as the loaf of French bread and almost thin enough to see through. Then they are breaded and fried to perfection, creating an oddly perfect ratio of grease to seafood.
Addictively crispy and delicious, they remind me of shrimp potato chips.
Some regulars attempt to eat as served, all stacked on top of each other with French bread on the bottom as the base for an open face sandwich.
Oh, that sauce. I’m still dreaming about it.
But you know what? This isn’t my first rodeo.
On this particular visit to Herby K’s, I had to try something different.
Oyster loafs are famous all over the great state of Louisiana.
Herby K’s version starts with an entire loaf of freshly baked French bread. They split it length-wise, carve out the soft middle from the bottom half and fill it with fresh-from-the-fryer crispy fried oysters, a drizzle of that famous “shrimp buster” sauce and a few pickles.
The soft bread, the crunch of the oysters and the flavor wallop of the sauce will leave you in state of Cajun nirvana.
And the soft French bread remainder they carved out? What happens to that? Fed to the neighborhood stray dogs?
They toast it up and butter it and serve on the side.
I also had to try Herby K’s appetizer of “marinated crab claws”, a popular starter in Shreveport.
While no one ventures to Herby K’s just to drink, the bar offers up plenty of beer to wash down the good seafood.
Hey, it’s 95 degrees out and that shrimp buster sauce has a kick to it. I was thirsty, okay?
Meanwhile, give me a Turbodog to expunge that nasty aftertaste.
Shrimp busters. Oyster loafs. And ice-encrusted bowls of beer.
Yeah. I’ll dodge the pot holes, broken glass and stray dogs for THAT any time of day.
Rating: Bought the Shirt!