Poor Po Bo in Bayou

3 22 2014

Saturday we went to the nearby Waters edge Mall here in Biloxi. There was a sale at Belk’s so Millie went there and I went to the book store. Five pair of pants and one travel guide book later we were done. Millie was thrilled about getting her favorite brand of britches on sale and from a male perspective not having to go in Belk’s made the shopping trip a painless experience. 

beach front stores on stilts

After shopping we had lunch in one of the reconstructed waterfront restaurants, all of the new stores and restaurants built on the gulf side of Beach Blvd are on very tall piers, I’d say they are about 20 feet off the water. Sadly our lunch was just mediocre. Millie had an ok “Philly Cheese steak” but that didn’t surprise me. I wouldn’t expect to find a good one outside a 100 mile radius of Philadelphia. Philadelphia’s (nobody from there calls it Philly) 100 mile dome was for a time also the limit of Tastycakes and scrapple. Tastycakes will never be the same; they are now shipped frozen all over the country. Scrapple is slowly finding fans outside the area. I had a shrimp Po Boy Sandwich and I am just dumbfounded as to how a seafood restaurant in the Mississippi Bayou could have messed that up, but they did. The one redeeming item was their spiral cut fries, they were excellent.

Our camping spot behind the Biloxi Elks Lodge

After stopping at the motorhome to walk the dogs, we switched from jeep to bikes and rode up the beach to the two large casinos. Millie put a five dollar bill in her pocket as her gambling allowance and I planned on spending one dollar. Our friend Doug told us this morning to bet number 14 on the roulette wheel.  He said it had just popped in his head when he was talking to us and it must be our lucky number. So I took my dollar and headed to the wheel, much to my surprise the minimum bet is $10. I left with my dollar intact and Millie with her five. Her enthusiasm for gambling was squashed by of the large number of people who looked like they were on welfare throwing their; or as we saw it, the taxpayers money away on the slots.

As I proof read this I noticed it looked a little negative but don’t think it was a bad day. How could it be bad, we are on the coast, the sun is shining, we are wearing shorts and riding our bikes along the waters edge. Life is sweet!