Central Seafood

On sheer existence alone Central Seafood gets points. Yes I love design and nice places but I have a pretty big disdain for decorum. I sort of rear back like a cobrasnake -- entirely skeptical of table cloths, wrapped napkins, and I even am weary of over presenting my food. 97% of my inner dining out self yawps "plate it. I don't need a waiter, a menu, a table, just give me a curb and a purpose." Central Seafood basically falls under this category -- however their bar seating makes a whole heck of sense. You get to sit there and watch your fish battered and fried.

Before anything else, I mistook the term "sandwich." I forgot that many out there use this term loosely. Seriously. Some will give you a piece of meat (or say a giant pepper) and a piece (or two) of bread and call it a sandwich. Like, Central Seafood. I ordered the "whole catfish sandwich" without thinking they were really frying the whole damn thing -- bones in! -- even when calling it a sandwich; thus negating the ability to two-hand and stuff face it like a sandwich. It was well-fried, I mis-ordered a bit because I wanted a sandwich. But, it was pretty good.

Shoulda gone perch, or "catfish steak" so I could handle it as a sandie.

The menu is a solid "we fry seafood" menu -- from shrimp to crawfish to a few different fishes... and hush puppies, I liked it. It felt like I was in someone's home, and that I value.

I'm hoping to return to sit, linger and ask what I should have and have a full conversation and meal rather than ordering to go.

I have driven past Central Seafood dozens of times riddled with curiosity.  Today I had a craving for hush puppies and figured there was no better time to stop in than now.  I bellied up to the bar of the 4 table room in what appears to be an abandoned store front.  I asked the woman if they took cards and what was the best thing on the menu.  She suggested to me the perch sandwich, I obliged and ordered some hush puppies as well.  You get your choice of white or wheat bread, hot sauce, mayo, mustard, pickles, ketchup, slaw etc on your sandwich.  I went with hot sauce and wheat bread (should have asked for double bread).  2 men bellied up next to me addressing the woman/owner as Miss B.  She was quick to tell me the history of her restaurant as were the men next to me.  After ordering the sandwich, 2 orders of hush puppies and a pepsi my tab was $11.  I will absolutely return here many times in the future.