A little background. Merroir is kind of our happy place as a couple. For our one year dating anniversary I surprised R with a trip to the Tides Inn with a chartered boat to Merroir for dinner. It was kind of a legendary night. First of all our boat captain was this perfect character. He was weathered and pot bellied and appeared to be the kind of man who had spent his life on boats, along with a marbles in his mouth, bourbon and cigarette hewn drawl. But he had a teeny, tiny poodle dog that appeared to be the great love of his life and came with us on the trip. R and I were expecting to have a romantic, intimate night, but when we got to Merroir our Captain had put us down for a table for five (us, him, the other couple on the boat, and of course, the dog). We waited for two HOURS (if we had been put down for a table for 2, as we assumed, we probably would have been sat in half the time). But because the only thing to do while waiting was drink we had a rip roaring time. We ended up spending a boisterous evening with our Captain and the older couple and by the time we got seated we were so drunk and hungry that we literally ordered the entire menu.
We’ve made multiple day trips since then. We stayed at the Tides Inn again and of course had dinner there. We’ve gone in the winter when we’re the only ones there. We’ve gone in warm weather when the whole place is packed with vacationers. It’s sort of our go to when the weather is nice and we have nothing else to do. Because almost all of the seating is outside we can bring the dogs. We served their oysters at our wedding. Like I said, happy place.
So we spent a lovely day last week at our happy place. On the way we stopped in Gloucester to let the dogs walk on the beach and swim. They enjoyed the car ride together in the back. (we took my new Highlander and by goodness does this car work perfectly with two big (and one getting bigger by the day) dogs.
We got the shrimp which is my favorite thing in the entire world. I could eat 10 pounds of these single handedly. There is something about peel and eat shrimp that just to me is everything I love about the south and the coast melded together. It reminds me of so many summers throughout my life, of lazy evening at the beach, of hot nights in Charleston, of newspapers laid out on porch tables, of lemon wedges and roll after roll of paper towels, of hands that smell like Old Bay for days.