| Fielder’s
Choice
By Barry Burleson
Beach time
Several asked over the weekend, “Did
you get some rest?”
Pam and I escaped a few days last week
to the beautiful beaches of Destin, Fla.
I had told a few folks I needed a break
after a very hectic and sometimes crazy year thus far at the newspaper.
My stress level had reached an all-time high.
For us, there’s no better way to
relax than listening to the ocean’s waves pound ashore, one of
God’s most wonderful creations.
We did that on the beach, both early
in the morning, at midday and late at night. And we did it from the
balcony of our condo, too. For the first time in a long time, we rented
a beach-front room.
We also enjoyed walks on the beach, including
our favorite – late at night with flashlight in hand looking for
shells.
Mid-September is the perfect time of
the year to go to the beach – less crowds and better temperatures.
We didn’t have to search for our
spot on the beach.
We didn’t have to search for a
parking place at our condo.
We didn’t have to wait in line
at any restaurant.
And the traffic wasn’t even bad.
Typically, our trips to the coast take
us to Orange Beach, Ala. A year or so back our bid during Mississippi
Press Association auction was a winner for a couple of nights at Pelican
Beach Resort in Destin. We added an extra night.
It meant some new experiences for us
– particularly dining wise. Perhaps my favorite thing about going
to the beach is eating as much seafood as possible. I’m a seafood
lover.
Our first night, we went to Fudpucker’s,
one of the more popular chain restaurants in the area. There are live
alligators and excellent food and atmosphere inside. We each had mahi-mahi
sandwiches and shared some crab balls as an appetizer.
The second night we went to AJ’s
Seafood and Oyster Bar, recommended by the kind girls at the front desk
of the Pelican Beach Resort. I asked them for a good place nearby to
get the best oysters. I ate them steamed, on the half shell, and then
went with some seafood gumbo, too.
The third night we drove a few miles
down the coast, toward Panama City, and enjoyed Buster’s Seafood
Oyster Bar and Grill. That night I chose the fried oysters and ate some
of Pam’s fried shrimp, too. There were also plenty of televisions
for watching the college football game on ESPN.
But perhaps the best meal of the trip
came Thursday morning for breakfast. We dined at Another Broken Egg
Cafe, located right next to Highway 98 in Destin. And when I say “right
next to,” I mean “right next to.” Pam and I were seated
at a table very near the traffic outside.
It’s small but superb – in
high demand during breakfast hours. It closes in the afternoon –
not open at night. The atmosphere, food and service were fabulous.
I can’t remember the name of the
dish I ordered – but it was an English muffin smothered in over-easy
eggs and gravy.
I can’t wait until a second visit
to Another Broken Egg Cafe. I always prefer the locally-owned restaurants,
and this one was one of the best we’ve experienced on our trips
south to the beaches of Mississippi, Alabama or Florida.
Back to the relaxation part, we slept
a bit late for us each day. And I took a nap in the afternoons.
I tried my best to forget about The South
Reporter.
I called the office for the first time
on Thursday morning, for payroll purposes, and I think Barbara was shocked
that I had not called Tuesday or Wednesday to check on things.
Truth is, the talented, veteran staff
at your newspaper did just fine without their leader – just as
I knew they would.
Maybe this means I need to take a few
more vacations.
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