Week: Thur.
February 2nd
Sometimes all a man needs is a big ol' plate of mudbugs and an
ice-cold beer. There’s just something gruesomely delicious
about breaking that tail from the head and sucking the hot, spicy
juices out of it. In fact, it’s insanely addictive – the
average person customarily puts away more than two pounds per
sitting.
Recently, I stopped by Alpharetta’s newest restaurant, The
Oyster House, to feast on crawfish and beer. A weird hankering
I normally only get when at the beach, probably because shellfish-concept
restaurants in this town are anything but stellar. Spondivits,
though a fun concept in a cheesy sort of way, serves it in a
shamelessly overpriced and mediocre fashion.
I just want an occasional pile of mudbugs or shellfish platter
without having to break the bank. And The Oyster House is a perfect
stop, only $14.95 for two-pound of crawfish and just $34.95 for
the shellfish platter built to feed three.
One of my far and few between complaints is that the crawfish
arrive uninterestingly mild and flavorless unless you specify
otherwise. Why in the world would anybody eat these muddy critters
without spice?
However, after being livened up, I think this has become my go
to shellfish spot – the mudbugs are unusually large,
the snow-crab impossibly sweet and the shrimp plump and juicy.
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Bring on the mudbugs!
Type of Cuisine: Seafood
Address/Tel:
5310 Windward Pkwy Suite D, Alpharetta Tel: 770-346-0196
Recommended Items: Crawfish, Seafood Platter,
Gumbo
Price:
Most dishes under $20
Hours:
Sun - Thur: 11am - midnight
Fri & Sat: 11am-1am
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The
service during my two visits was bend-over-backwards friendly.
However, one reader voiced in that she and her husband were
verbally assaulted after informing the owner that their grouper
was too dry.
She claimed the owner abruptly shouted, “I don’t care
what you have to say, get the hell out of my restaurant and never
come back!”
Apparently, there is some sort of Jekyll and Hyde act going on.
The menu is rather extensive and admittedly, I haven’t explored
the rest of it. Sue me – all I want is a pile of mudbugs
and an ice-cold beer.
And I really don’t give a damn who orders me to get the
hell out and never come back. Sometimes, I actually prefer my
grub to be served with a little ‘tude. |
