The Shed - Biloxi, MS

We're not gonna knock Alabama and Mississippi at all. We only drove through the two little land grab panhandles which extend to the gulf so that everyone can have a bit of coastline. It's very likely these are not representative and we should have driven north to check out some of what these states really had to offer, but we didn't. With New Orleans so close on the horizon, any derivation back to the north seemed like traveling backwards so we kinda blasted through these states that I was pretty interested to check out in the beginning. We did want to stop over in Biloxi, though, on a food tip from our friend Sameen (thanks, Sameen!).

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The (original) Shed is just outside of Biloxi. I think there are 2 or 3 other locations which I'd happily eat at, as well, but this place was the authentic experience. From the outside it looks like a shed, BUT INSIDE it looks like a shed. We got there pretty early and possibly on an off day so there was no live music. Bummer. The stage and outdoor seating seemed to indicate this place gets pretty super fun on the right night.


Michelle and I had eaten not too long ago, but was that going to stop us? Of course not, nerds. We ordered the smaller of two combo plates after being informed that this smaller (not small, smallER, mind you) plate is just under 3 pounds of meat plus two sides.


I am proud to say we GD demolished that meat. There were ribs, pulled pork, sausage, shredded beef of some sort, and surprisingly delicious chicken. (At this point in our trip we were slowly learning that chicken in the south is so much more amazingly delicious than in the north because they know how to keep it juicy, even the white meat.) Ugh, soooo good. As Michelle would soon inform Sameen via text message, I literally ate until I nearly barfed.


We repped NH on the counter and moved on to Biloxi.

We have no photos from Biloxi. Did you know it's all casinos? We didn't. I was trying desperately to find the Celtics game on in a bar somewhere in town with little luck. For some reason the Hard Rock Casino seemed like the right place to look for this. Of course, it's not. Michelle and I gambled away $3.03 trying to make enough money to spend the night in this very silly hotel, again with little luck. We were up that extra $.03 at one point, then we lost it all. We're both enrolled in gambling addiction programs now.

The rest of the night was much too long and involved me cursing at the ESPN Radio iPhone app, Michelle and I fighting about where we were going to sleep, a stop in a depressingly sketchy truck stop, a very brief encounter with a Motel 6 lobby (real live meth addicts!), and a final "screw it, let's just drive all the way to New Orleans and check into a hotel one night earlier than expected."