Day Nine: It Just Keeps Going…

This is how you know you found the right restaurant. Flying Fish. Little Rock.
This is how you know you found the right restaurant. Flying Fish. Little Rock.

Damn. Texas is big. Lots and lots of driving today. I never thought I’d be so happy to see Arkansas.

Another eight hours and another five hundred miles and we finally reached Little Rock, just in time for dinner. We found a great little place called Flying Fish and I had some awesome crawfish chowder, hushpuppies and a crawfish po’boy. It’s the simple things in life.

On the way out, I happened to notice a cool Jaws reference hanging on the wall. Well played, Little Rock. Well played.

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