By: Elizabeth Webber Akre
I guess growing up, I always thought of Texas as being nothing but desert, cattle farms and oil rigs. Well, lo and behold, Houston is coastal. Who’d-a-thunk it? I mean, I know how to read a map, but for some reason, it surprised me to see so much water and “beachiness.”
The first night we were in Houston, my sister and brother-in-law decided to take us to “the place under the bridge.” Turns out this is really called Outriggers Oyster Bar & Grill. Casual, on the water, just across the way from Kemah Boardwalk, and yes, under the bridge. Apparently, we are in the midst of crawfish season (it was driving them all crazy when I called them crawdads, so of course, I called them crawdads on purpose!). As we struggled with the children’s menu, my sweet 7-year-old gourmand heard “crawdads” and said, “That’s what I want!” My mom and I chose the shrimp and avocado appetizer, sister got shrimp tacos, brother-in-law opted for Tilapia Veracruz and my dad selected the oyster Po-Boy.
Mine was fab-oooo! It was slightly spicy broiled shrimp over two avocado halves atop shredded lettuce, all dressed with a wonderful remoulade. Vivi’s crawfish were delicious and tender, but were pretty generously coated with spices on the shells. She made it through about eight of them before the cumulative effect of spice hit her. I must admit that when I requested a glass of milk for her, I was surprised to be told they have no milk. I said to the waitress, “Wow, so you don’t serve any White Russians here, huh?” and was horrified when she said sure they do, but they make them with creamer. **Note to self-don’t order a White Russian here.** My brother-in-law’s fish was beautiful and he didn’t leave a bit on that plate and he didn’t share a bite with me either L My sister reported that the shrimp tacos were awesome, but my poor dad was disappointed. His oysters were so overly breaded that he couldn’t even taste or appreciate any oyster. He was disappointed, to say the least.
But, overall, this is a great restaurant. I think my dad would have been much happier if he’d ordered what mom and I had. I bet next time we go, he will, unless he’s already stopped at the Kroger and loaded up on tamales!