29 March, 2019. Gumbo for dinner! I understood that Little Daddy’s Gumbo Bar made great stuff, and wasn’t disappointed. The roux was chocolate in color – way beyond “peanut butter” roux. The aromatic and richly colored concoction was hypnotic in a way: what would be revealed under the inky pool? Well, chunks of chicken and andouille sausage, of course, along with okra. But no corn bread side, sadly. Sigh.
Our server was hip and cool and patient and just a little bit wacky. And everyone at the counter was called “babe.” I felt right at home.
The “Pleasure Pier” – what, I wondered, could this place be with a name like that? Having passed dozens of adult stores along the Interstate on the long drive south, it occurred to me that there would be a red light at the entrance. Happily, it turned out to be an amusement park.
Closer to my hotel, people staked out a warm spot on the beach, sheltering from the wind in huddled groups.
Uni-ball Vision pen and watercolor wash in Stillman and Birn sketchbook.