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The Oyster Bar – Work Got Done

I was with this babe and we were all like I need some freaking food mane. Then she was all like I want some scrimp or some shit. Then I was like girl, you’s a squirell, I’m gonna buy you a pearl… necklace. Then we went to the Oyster Bar. The great news is that we found monsters there. Here’s the rundown on the grub.

The specials board was bragging about the Wednesday special being Fish Tacos. I happen to dig fish tacos so I had to order. That was my first good move of the night. They were tender and generous portions. Pico de gallo on the side. Here is my complaint. $10.95 for the special? Are you kidding me? It didn’t even come with a side. WTF I say.

You like fried okra? Look at this extreme closeup. LOOK AT IT. Still don’t like fried okra? Whatever. It’s righteous.

Then the babe ordered Mahi Mahi. It was also pricey but pretty dang good. It atleast came with two sides, she got salad and that crunk as hell fried ass okra.

Final Thoughts

I like the oyster bar. I will continue to go there. It’s in my hood. It tastes good. I will complain about the prices next time I go there.

AM I RIGHT? I AM RIGHT.

Drumstick Lolipops – Stifft Station

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Prepared for glory.

And then this ish happened.

This is how you fucking cook chicken.

Ribs – Stift Station

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This is how you handle ribs. Texarkana, AR belle doing work. By doing work, I mean just standing there making my jorts tighter than they should be.

Ashley, you’re invited to every cookout forevar. Someone fetch me a Busch Light.

Smoker – Stift Station

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So this happened yesterday. Breaking in the new crib in style. Jack Daniel’s Honey also happened. I was face down by 6:30… at least. 2 Racks of Pork Ribs
2 Whole Chicken
6 Ears of Corn

The Oyster Bar – Stift Station – Little Rock

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In the words of Toby Keith, I love this Bar. Nestled on Markham at the intersection of Hillcrest and Stift Station is a duo of LR staples. Pizza D’s and the Oyster Bar. TC, AG, and I visited the Oyster Bar a few weeks ago, it was during the bad storms that led to all the flooding across the Midsouth.

Anyways, we needed grub and booze.

GrahamBitch went with the Fish Pasta Salad. I think it was Salmon, I can’t remember for sure. I can, however, remember that the dish was outstanding. I love eating at a restaurant with gals because you can always bet on getting a few bites off their plate. If a lady doesn’t share off her plate, I suggest you run in the opposite direction.

This leads us to TC’s meal of choice, a generous amount of grilled shrimp along skewers. Take note haters, Cole Slaw is present.I can attest that this dish was also dope.

Finally on to my dish which was Oysters on the Half Shell. I fucking love them. They apparently are aphrodisiacs. I really don’t need any help with the libido but hell, Oysters always hit the spot. Pile on the Horseradish and you got a happy dude. Hot Sauce involved with every bite.

I was prompted to pose for this. I swear. That is not how you are supposed to drink. BL Lime with a straw and gay face. FML I was setup. Thanks AG for snapping this gem.