Forgive me Weight Watchers, for I have sinned. And truthfully, I'm looking to sin again, as soon as I can!
I was lucky enough to have a friend (and my CPA) Sheron suggest Mick's New American Bistro (the old Jennifer's on W. Patrick St.) for a business lunch today. Truthfully, Jennifer's was always ok, but it was never the place I would choose if I had a choice between all of the great downtown restaurants. Maybe because it was off the beaten path a bit, or maybe it was the standard menu and dark, clubby, pubbish atmosphere, but, regardless, it wasn't at the top of my hit parade.
I knew that the place had changed ownership sometime in the fall, but I never gave it another thought, even though you can scope out the back of the joint from the fab new dog park on Bentz St. (where I spend A LOT of time). Fast forward to today...
I parked in back and prayed that I wasn't in a tow-able spot (I wasn't) and headed in though the back door (not to be confused with the kitchen entrance please) and was immediately struck by how light everything was. Bright even. Pretty yellow, new tables and chairs (?), and just a lighter feel and vibe. Hmmm...this looked good. Even the staff was perky!
I sat with Sheron in a booth in front (apparently made for the size 4 crowd, of which I am NOT a member) and did a little "adjusting" to give myself a little more room. Those darn booths are still as uncomfortable as when Jennifer owned the joint, but are now covered in splashy red paint for an update. There was a mirror on the wall, which was a little distracting (mirror, mirror...), but otherwise, it was all pretty basic.
The menu was a photocopy in black and white -- nothing special and hopefully it will be updated into something, well, cuter soon. I took one look and knew immediately what I was having: The Oyster Po' Boy (and for around 10 bucks, natch').
I do love a fried oyster, and I hadn't yet found one that won my heart, as well as my cholesterol-laden arteries and belly, here in Frederick. But today? Today was a delight.
My sandwich was huge, yes (and so was the massive pickle-yuk!), but I'll be darned if those oysters, and there had to be at least 10 of them, were not perfect. Perfect I tell you. Crunchy, juicy, hot, brine-y. Oh my gosh. I may have to walk over there right now to get another. Restraining...restraining. Deep breath, and...go.
Ok. So the oysters were fantastic. The roll was crunchy on the outside, but not too much so, and tender and fresh on the inside. The tomatoes were a little anemic, but it is February so I didn't expect much else. The remoulade wasn't classic (none of the mayo-ness it usually has), but that isn't a complaint. It was fresh-tasting and vegetabley, and really, really wonderful, though lacking the heat you might usually find. Which was totally ok with me btw. Soooooooo good, I asked for more.
Sheron had the grilled mahi sandwich, and when offered a few of my oysters, declined because her sandwich was so good (and a little messy) that she didn't want to put it down.
The fries were more potato wedges and were fine, but after the sandwich, I didn't need no stinkin' fries (insert Treasure of the Sierra Madre reference here).
So, one sandwich and I'm in love with the joint. Darn. I'm getting easier all the time here.
The husband and I are planning to hit Mick's again this weekend to see if it's as good the second (and third, and forth) time around, and I'll be sure to let you know. In the meantime, try it. Leave Market St. and take a little jaunt up Patrick St. just across the creek. I think Mick's may become my new affordable favorite around town.