Sunday, September 03, 2006

Last night in Bimshire

Well,

Friday night was my last night in Barbados. And after going to the beach and resting off....we got the thought in our heads that going to Oistins for dinner was a good idea. Well folks, lemme tell you. First off, for those of you who are reading this and are SDA - YES, we KNEW it was sabbath. But contrary as we are, we went anyway. Lawd ha mercy! If you see people! Wall to Wall and bare foolishness. We stood on line at the best fish fry stand (if you go, there are two women right by the roadside frying Blue Marlin (YUMMY) for at least an hour and a half before we even got to place our orders. I should emphasize that the wait is worth it. There are a ton of fish stalls - grilling, frying.....Marlin, Tuna, Dolphin (no, not flipper - but Mahi-Mahi), Flying Fish - and all the stalls have sides (Macaroni Pie, Breadfruit, Macaroni Salad, Coleslaw, and Chips (bajan word for "french fries"). But the line we went to stand on was definately the longest - and to boot - had the most locals. If you want to know where the good food is, look for the longest line without tourists. There's your hint.

Anyway, back to the people. There was much music, dancing and more making merry than anyone should really have on a friday night. I not only waited on line for the marlin, I went to get a few orders of grilled red snapper as well. Fish so fresh that it was on the grill looking surprised to be there. If you are a party animal - friday night's your night. If you need a touch more quiet (just a touch mind you) then go early on a saturday evening and sit and watch the action and the bad singing at the kareoke (sp?) booth. Believe me, its funny - especially after folks down there have had too many drinks.

Pictures of said evening to come as soon as I can get 'em posted.

1 comment:

Myrtle said...

Girl, you are too funny. I have been keeping up with your blogs. You are dragging me kicking and screaming into the electronic world. Yours is the first blog I have ever read. And what you mean, what is my web page? It's all I can do to send out a literate email.
Love You Cos,
Myrtle