Half Shell Oyster House: A Typical Jackson Experience
This was my first visit to Half Shell. I was bound with excitement at the opportunity to break through a normal 'experience.' Out with family running errands they needed a break. Half Shell came as a quick reference to our location, and off we went to explore the rich offerings of a cajun styled oyster house at 2:30 on a weekday.
The Greeting
The large tinted doors crested open upon our arrival, and posted holding the door was a short statured man who struggled to stay in the foyer while holding the door open. Whispering a "Hello" his eyes remain fixed on the floor as he desperately held the door in position. I am not a small man, nor am I some giant that needs a tremendous amount of room walking through a doorway. However, I certainly cannot pass through a door when there is a host outstretched across the door standing in the middle of the threshold. I opened the other door and let myself into the restaurant. I figured it best to leave the poor guy to his half tucked in shirt and shy demeanor. Another host was stationed at a desk and asked us how many in our party. There were only two of us, but my dining partner had frequented Half Shell enough to request a server who was not there at that time. So we decided to sit at the bar.
The Bar
There were plenty of open seats at the bar, and this is probably a normal event for such a time. Walking through the dining area towards the bar watching the oysters being shucked, was a welcomed change of entertainment. Sadly, that glee was quickly subdued. When my counterpart sat down I had to sit a few seats away. Then I had to direct her to move down a few seats. There were several dirty seating choices. We fixed ourselves at the corner of the bar with minimal wiping of our areas, I took a deep breath and took a moment to zen out. Poor etiquette from host staff and dirty seating areas are something I expect at a dive bar, not at Half Shell Oyster House. The bartender appeared a few minutes after we got situated. My counterpart immediately ordered Oysters Rockefeller and a Bloody Mary. I was not immediately ready to order food, but I ordered a half-and-half tea instead. Quickly skimming the menu my excitement began to peak again. Such great selections! I could not decide what to order, but I knew I wanted to be ready by the time my tea arrived. I found the Po-Boy section of the menu. When the bartender returned, I asked if the Half Shell was a scratch kitchen. A slight bewilderment crossed her face, and she replied with a, "...mostly." This information, paired with the dining experience so far, told me enough to know that I should probably order a Po-Boy. It's safe to order a Po-Boy - right? WRONG. I eyed the Voodoo Shrimp Po-Boy and quickly ordered that with pork-stock turnip greens. The menus were gone, the drinks were here, and the Oysters were coming out of the broiler.
The Drinks
All I had was a half-and-half tea, and it is extremely hard to mess that up. Thankfully it was just right. Conversely, the Bloody Mary my dining partner had, simply was not much to write home about. It was ok. Both taste and presentation could use a little work. Okra just crammed into the glass was probably the biggest turn off. You had to fish it out with your fingers or a fork...Sound Glamorous? It wasn't.
The Food
Enter Oysters Rockefeller. These bad boys were piping hot served on a salted tray with lemon wedge, and looked incredible. We squeezed lemon over the hot morsels and they sizzled in anticipation. First bite - WOW! These were great. Let me say that again...I found something GREAT. "Ok, this is good," I thought. A bit of redemption coming from a poor beginning. Then the Voodoo Shrimp Po-Boy arrived. With a grin of excitement I cleared a space to help the bartender place the dish. It looked good. It smelled good. Please taste good. The Po-Boy was open faced piled with fried shrimp in a thick sauce over lettuce and tomato. The lightly toasted bread cradled every ingredient wonderfully. The pork-stock turnip greens looked fresh, hot, and inviting. I tasted them first. I'm a sucker for good greens, and these did not disappoint. The greens were spectacular. I grew in anticipation, "Another good food item. There's hope!" Then came the first bite of the shrimp in this voodoo sauce. On the menu it says "sweet and spicy Voodoo sauce," but I was not prepared for the sugary explosion on my taste buds. This tasted like some kind of sweet and sour sauce prepared by Victor Frankenstein. There was zero spice, and a heck load of sweet. The sugar, spice, and everything nice recipe was a disaster. I remained confused. This does not taste very Voodoo. Cajun cuisine rapidly left my mind and I felt transported to some Asian market trying to capture Creole clients in New Orleans with the new monster Frankenstein had created.
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