For several years now, we've been driving over to a restaurant near Canyon Lake. It's called Plooky's. If you are too tired and stressed out to make any decisions, this is the place to go, because at Plooky's, there's only one thing on the menu. They do your basic Cajun shrimp boil, and they do it well. Now you can snaz it up by throwing in some crawdads or extra sausage, but basically, they're gonna come spread some butcher paper on your table, hold it down with a basket of hot bread and squirt bottles full of cocktail sauce and melted butter, then they are going to come dump a load of boiled shrimp, red potatoes, corn on the cob and sausage, right in the middle of your table. The only choices you have to make are whether you want it spicy, medium or wussy, and how much extra horseradish you want to add to your cocktail sauce.
I forgot to take a picture of it all when they first dumped it on the table, and instead took one when we'd already eaten half of it, and there were piles of shrimp shells and gnawed on cobs everywhere. It was not an appetizing sight, so I left that photo off. I did get one of their ceiling decorations though, and one of John, standing by the entrance.
Now, every time he steps out of that screened door, he glances across the street, sees Frank's Bait Shop and Cafe, and says the exact same thing - "Some day we gotta try that place." Usually I say "Yeah, we do." However, this time I surprised him and said "Let's go take a peek inside." We stepped through the door, took one look around, then turned to each other and said "We have got to bring Paula and Tim here!" They happen to be coming this weekend, and boy, are they in for a surprise.
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