Pensacola Bound? {Part 6 of 6}
We didn't eat at the festival. I know. But we had ulterior motives. We knew that right around the corner was the Fish House, and within those walls were Grits YaYa. Heaven in grit form. With delicious little grilled shrimp studding the edges. Oh. Worth the trip alone.




And this was our view while dining on the deck enjoying our heavenly Grits YaYa.

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What a bea-u-tiful evening picture that is!
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