Go Fish Galvez

So me and my new good buddy Cindy (yes, Mrs. Rune, I know I should say “my new good buddy Cindy and I” but that just doesn’t work in Texas) met up this afternoon for a little long-overdue social interaction, not to mention a delightful island repast. Great time!

Having opted to blow off a previously scheduled engagement (I won’t tell tales out of school, dear friend), Cindy texted me from the Tiki Bar at The Spot on Seawall Boulevard to come down and meet her for a beer.

The Spot must be the quintessential Galveston Island hangout so no arm-twisting was required. Read the rest of this entry »

Well, we made it, but not in time for dinner.

Ceiling decor at the Balinese

It all started late on a Friday afternoon, a summer afternoon after work. Me and Crump (yes, I know, Mrs. Rune, it should be “Crump and I”), my old high-school buddy and very first roommate, found ourselves breezing along some highway near downtown Big D (little-A-double-L-A-S) in her old tan quasi-beater Buick, windows rolled down, wind in our hair, eager to start the weekend off right.

That’s when we first began tossing around ideas for that evening’s dinner and thinking about possible venues. (What, cook at the apartment? And have to serve the cockaroaches, too? Surely, you jest!) Read the rest of this entry »

Little blue crab fresh from the market

Your answer could be critical to your condition, not to mention the length of your next hospital stay.

So, which are you in the mood for?

(1) a tiny little blue crab special, or

(2) a big old snarling monster crabdaddy?

Well, if you pick the latter, just hope it ain’t a third cousin of that Godfather of all Godzilla Gulfdaddies, the one glaring at us still from high atop the famous Gaido’s Seafood Restaurant sign. Read the rest of this entry »