Razzoo’s
We were outside for a while this morning with our coffee, admiring the 9, count’em 9, hibiscus blooms.
Yes, there are 9, you just can’t see them from this side.
And this is our ‘frog pond’.
We have a whole family of frogs living around our patio, ranging from little ones about the size of a dime, up to the big guys the size of silver dollar, or larger. It’s positioned so that the AC drains off the roof into the ‘pond’, so it’s always filled. Remember a damp frog is a happy frog.
Jan and I headed up to the Spring area about 9:45, to meet up with Debi and Ed Hurlburt for our monthly get-together, this month at the Razzoo’s Cajun Café right across I-45 from the Splashtown Water Park.
We got there about 15 minutes before our 11am time, only to have Debi and Ed show up a couple of minutes later. We talked outside for a few minutes until the doors opened and we got seated immediately.
The décor was kind of interesting in a funky kind of way, with one divider wall made out of bottles,
and a miscellany of random objects hanging from the ceiling.
Since we’d never been there, Jan and I had looked over the menu online last night, so we already had an idea what we wanted. But we all started with a order of their Rat-Toes,
which are their Crab and Shrimp Stuffed Jalapenos. Really good, and really Hot.
Jan got a Blackened Chicken Breast with sides, while I just got a bowl of their Seafood Gumbo.
After the great start with the Rat-Toes, I had high hopes for the Gumbo. But unfortunately it was ‘Yankee’ Gumbo, or at least northern Louisiana Gumbo, or at least that’s what I’ve always been told.
Southern LA gumbo seems to be done with thin roux, just slightly thicker than water. But this ‘northern’-style gumbo was thick, almost like gravy. And, sorry to say, this tasted about like gravy. Or at least gravy with seafood in it.
But Razoo’s redeemed themselves with the reason I only had the gumbo as my entrée, their Peach and Pecan Bread Pudding.
Really, really good, and I have half left to bring home.
And the other thing that was really, really good was the company. As as usual we spent almost 3 hours talking over our many RV adventures over the years, as well as our time oil field gate guarding.
And of course, planning our get-together for next month.
Good Friends and Great Times.
Saying our good-byes until next month, Jan and I drove over to the other side of I-45 so she could pick up a few things to take with her down to Brandi’s.
I mentioned yesterday that Jan was going to be dog-sitting this weekend while Brandi, Lowell, Landon, and BFF Sophie are staying with some friends at their lake house. I said that it was on Lake Livingston, but I heard wrong.
It’s actually on Lake Jacksonville, south of Jacksonville, TX. This mis-identification wasn’t helped by the fact that I didn’t realize there was a Jacksonville, TX, which looks to be about 50 miles or so south of Tyler.
Getting down to the Katy area we made a quick stop at El Pollo Loco for a call-ahead order of a chicken meal for Jan, finally getting to Brandi’s about 3:30.
Then after helping Jan get all of her electronics set up, I was back on the road for home.
Just me and Karma until Sunday.
Thought For The Day:
Almost anything is possible with the right attitude, a sledge hammer, and some duct tape.
