Looking for good eats

When last I reported, DH and I had planned to eat lunch at Stanton Hall’s restaurant in Natchez, but had the misfortune of arriving on one of their closed days.

On to Plan B:  there’s a fine little sandwich shop and bakery near the former location of my favorite yarn store. In fact, on one yarn store trip we asked for local restaurant recommendations, a la Rachel Ray, and were sent to the bakery.  (Unfortunately, the yarn store closed last year, so there would not be a fiber expedition on this trip.)  Much to my sorrow the sandwich shop had closed, too.  That place was so good that one was torn between diving right in to the excellent sandwich or going straight to dessert!  The obvious conclusion is that the sandwich/bakery shop couldn’t survive in these economic times, but I like to think that it was the lack of yarn patrons that was the final straw.

Plan C involved an Irish restaurant I spotted when we drove through downtown.  Nope – the sign hand-painted on the window glass said “restaurant fixtures for sale”.  Dang!  This town is folding up its tents!

Plan D – head for Vidalia, Louisiana (across the river) where there’s a funny old shack called The Sandbar.  They make great fried catfish, and DH would love that.  It’s certainly not fancy, but the food is pipping hot and generous, and the locals are friendly cotton farmers.  (Three pick-ups in a row in the parking lot had the cotton logo as their front license plates.)

After lunch we drove up onto the levee on the Louisiana side to see the sights.  Natchez is built on the river bluff, but there is an old town, known as “Natchez under the hill” that has always been taverns, gambling, and that sort of establishment. You have to wonder how many times these buildings have been flooded out.  See the road, like the hypotenuse of a right triangle? It’s narrow as well as steep, and can be a bit scary to drive if you meet another car. I think it is best viewed from Vidalia!

DH enjoyed seeing the river again.  (He was an Illinois boy, growing up near the river.)  Yes, we live near the Mississippi now, but it is a bustling port in Baton Rouge, not so much a river to contemplate. We spotted a number of logs floating by, with one coming into view before the last had disappeared downstream.  The water must be  high up north.

Monday I’ll tell you the secret of what really holds Natchez together.

 

 

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3 Comments

  1. Linda said,

    November 7, 2009 at 10:10 am

    One of our English teachers is from Mississippi…he has corrected me on how Natchez is pronounced. 🙂

  2. Knitnana said,

    November 9, 2009 at 11:38 am

    Well that’s a fine kettle of fish. But I agree, I like your reason why that sandwich shop closed – don’t shut the LYS, all other businesses will follow suit!
    GREAT photos…what fun! And what a perfect day you had – sunny and gorgeous…
    (((hugs)))

  3. Laura Gallagher said,

    November 12, 2009 at 8:12 am

    Looking at the photos of Natchez Under the Hill reminds me of some of the stuff in Lois Bujold’s book The Sharing Knife: Passage, which uses that area for inspiration. Maybe take a peek for me and see if Daddy has that one yet? I can’t remember if I’ve gotten that for him.


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