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One of my favorite restaurants, best gumbo in NOLA, The Half Shell On The Bayou

THE HALF SHELL ON THE BAYOU

Oyster Bar & Grill

The best gumbo in New Orleans is at the Half Shell on Bayou Rd! No need to try to convince me otherwise,because it taste just like my Momo’s and she’s was the best, but passed away. I have tasted a many bowls since Hurricane Katrina took her home from her ultimately stopping her from ever cooking again.

But right now I’m writing about the best gumbo at the Half Shell on the Bayou!😋⚜

The Half Shell on the Bayou, located in the 7th Ward/Bayou St. John area of New Orleans is a seafood restaurant servings some of the freshest and tastiest New Orleans favorites, offering daily lunch and happy hour specials. The Voodoo Oysters and gumbo are customer favorites. If you are craving oysters the Hslf Shell is the place to come! Chargrilled, fried, or raw on the half shell, the best high quality, plump, flavorful oysters in New Orleans are served at the Half Shell. I highly recommend that you stop in to get your cravings satisfied.

As I mentioned the Voodoo oysters are a local favorite, well let’s say all who partake of the succulently deliciousness, like hello the oysters are great alone, but the chef amps it up by adding blue cheese and bacon….lort yassss! Yum, talk about a mouth explosion!

A black owned, husband and wife team business are serving up great food, service and ambience that only can be found in New Orleans. The couple and staff are very welcoming, nice, hospitable and engaging, most of the customers establish friendships with them.

The mouth watering New Orleans menu is priced just right for the locals. The Half Shell on the Bayou is a family friendly space with lots of beautiful artwork representing our New Orleans culture. Also catering to the grownups they offer a hott poppin happy hour with great drink and menu specials. On certain nights you will find a live DJ or Jazz band. Great location with an outdoor patio to host an event or watch the games.

I can’t wait to go back to get me a big bowl of gumbo, a couple dozen oysters and a few cold glasses from the happy hour menu and just pig out listening to jazz on the patio

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I’ll actually be at the Half Shell on Bayou Rd on June 21st hosting an entrepreneur networking event sponsored by Reuben Detiege of WSBN. I’m hoping I do not have to remind him to have gumbo as a offering for our guest… I need a bowl of gumbo like now, I hope I can wait that long…geez

The Half Shell on the Bayou will not disappoint your senses.

Catering Spread for WSBN Networking Event

New Orleans BBQ Shrimp

Voodoo Oysters

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Wed4:00 – 11:00 PM

Thu4:00 – 11:00 PM

Fri11:30 AM – 11:00 PM

Sat4:00 – 11:00 PM

Sun12:00 AM – 8:00 PM

2517 Bayou Road, New Orleans, LA

70119, USA +1 504-558-4403
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A native of New Orleans, who left her beloved New Orleans to spend twenty years of living in the land of Minnesota Not So Nice. Minnesota was full of opportunities but would learn that the soul of the state and the people who made it was just as icy cold as the temperatures. After the years and my 40th birthday flew by, I decided it was time to pack up my youngest child and come back to my roots, my birthplace the city that not only birthed me but gave me life. I would not be who I am without my New Orleans beginnings. I am all things that would challenge the belief of growing up in New Orleans. I was a 16yr old teen mother of a premature baby born with a severe medical disability. And only With the help of my mother, was it possible for me to BE! I was able to endure and survive the obstacles laid before my child and me. In a city that was built by my family, but did not allow for us to reap the benefits I overcame. Charity Hospital was my second home — a building filled with miracle workers who made it possible for my daughter to have life. I have lived a life of rainy days with peeks of sunshine, that are my children, including those not of my womb. I'm the proud mother of three and a grandmother of three. My dream was to live the life of the nursery rhyme of ”The Old Lady Who lived in a shoe,” and for the most part, I did. I cared for several children over the years as a special needs foster parent. I would learn that my love was not enough for some children, but I loved them through their pain. I'm not sure if I ever had a case of true love or came close to what love looks like on television, but I had my share of men and the mirage of love. I survived two abusive marriages. Though I longed to return to New Orleans on a daily bases, I must admit my move was one of the best decisions made for me. I am a college graduate; I was a successful entrepreneur. I coowned a soul food restaurant and catering company in Minnesota for 12 years. I developed the talent of creating custom cakes after the murder of my beloved cousin Melvin Paul. He survived Katrina only to go to Minneapolis six months later to be murdered over a parking spot dispute. But with the challenge of creating a simple wedding cake, I was able to find healing. I created the House of Cakes in honor of him. Minnesota life had me pretty materialistic. I worked to the point I do not remember much, but work and handing my children love money. I thought by having the big house on the hill, a husband, having a family, the ultimate provider and being involved in all things that matter, plus having the funds to match would cure me of what I was told was a generational curse of lack of everything from money, love to even self-love. But for the most part, that life poisoned my heart and soul. I was blinded by visions fed to me by the media. I was told I wasn't anything unless I was better than the Jones's. I lived being ok with a broken, bleeding heart. Life like this did not exist in my family while living in New Orleans from what I viewed with my eyes and soul. We may not have had all the things I acquired over the years, but we were happy, we were together. Family outside of New Orleans wasn't family anymore. We lived separate lives and had awkward moments when we bumped into each other in public. I hated living in Minnesota even though life their helped me in so many ways. I felt deep down the only way to repair it was to get back to my roots, my soul, my home, myself, my New Orleans. I'm here, and I love it. Even being in the so-called Blighted Area of New Orleans and not having all the financial and material security, I'm happy. I am determined that She, yes, New Orleans is a woman is just like me; together, we will overcome and will rise from all that tried to kill our spirit. Nothing like starting from the bottom and making your way back up!. I just know in my heart that New Orleans will provide for me. There's a bank account with funds in it owed to me by way of back pay for my ancestors. And I will receive my inheritance, and I will continue the traditions and customs of the old to keep the heartbeat of New Orleans beating. I'm down in the boot, living the life that feels right to me awaiting my destiny...

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