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On the second day of our Florida trip, we dined at one of our favorite,
always good, “coming home” restaurants in Apalachicola: The
Apalachicola Seafood Grill. Located in the heart of “downtown”
Apalachicola (within spitting distance of the town’s solitary traffic
light) , The Grill offers a simple menu, The World’s Largest Fried
Grouper Sandwich, an impressive assortment of beer (you get your own
bottle) and the motto “No Whining.” We have been eating at The Grill at
least once a trip since Sam was two and threw a sippy cup at the front
window. We’ve not been disappointed. I have had everything on the menu
that I want to try, and the Grill is not the kind of restaurant that
changes it’s menu. There are fresh shrimp, oysters and fishes fried,
baked, broiled, in soups, stews and chowders, in sandwiches and/or in
baskets. City folk can have a salad with seafood in it, if they insist.
If I arrived at The Grill to discover that they were offering a terrine
of langoustine on a bed of microgreens with a Guiness reduction, I
would burst into tears.
I will admit that, with no shame, I ordered another fried oyster basket
because it’s one of my top two things to order there (the other being
the Oyster Stew). I also wanted to compare them to the previous day’s
offering at Papa Joe’s, to see which I liked best. That’s my story, and
I’m sticking to it. If one can’t eat fried food every day of the week
in the South, one should stay home with one’s flaxseed bread and
grilled chicken breasts. Anyway, the oysters were excellent, as always,
but I didn’t love them as much as I loved them at Papa Joe’s. The
breading was a little denser, and the idea (in my opinion) of a fried
oyster is that there should be only the merest hint of salty crisp
outside the oyster, so that there is a contrast that highlights the
juicy sweetness of The Main Event. The oysters were delicious, my Dixie
Beer was refreshing, and it was a pleasure to be in a place that I
love, but next year I’m going back to the Oyster Stew, which is
probably the best I’ve ever had.
Prior to dinner at The Grill, we ventured into the Piggly Wiggly in
Apalachicola. I always enjoy visiting a “foreign” grocery store (Rob
had to drag me out of a convenience store in Puerto Rico because I was
so fascinated by the merchandise) and the P-W wasd no exception. First
off, I was fascinated by the store’s bags, which were emblazoned with a
pig wearing an apron that said “I Love Barbecue.” There’s a cry for
help, if I ever saw one. Second, I was just really interested in all of
the things they sold that I had never seen before. I walked around
taking pictures, no doubt causing the locals who were actually buying
food to think that I should probably visit Community Mental Health
along with the self-loathing pig. My friend Michelle says I am the only
person she knows who takes pictures in the grocery store, but see if
you don’t learn a lot about the culture in Apalachicola, Florida, from
my finds…..

Ann Graham Nichols cooks and writes the Forest Street Kitchen blog in East Lansing, Michigan where she lives in a 1912 house with her husband, her son and an improbable number of animals.
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