Category Archives: Things to do in Port Aransas

Jay’s Place, a Port Aransas Institution by Any Name

I was sitting alone in the restaurant enjoying my shrimp tacos. I knew I wanted to blog about the place, but I didn’t know what to call it, so I asked. The waitress I asked happened to be the owner, and surprise. She didn’t really know. She turned around and asked a couple of locals. Then she told me the story. I’m reciting from memory, so ping me if I miss the details.

The locals called it the Spaghetti Works. It turns out that they did have that name a few years back (it was also a water slide), and as the menu evolved, they added seafood. They changed the name to Seafood and Spaghetti Works. Some observant locals asked if they were under new management (not good), and they waffled back and forth a few times. Later, Stephanie had an idea for a slogan, “Eat at Jays”.  Now, I think they’re called Jay’s Seafood and Spaghetti Works. Most of the regulars knew the place as Jay’s place anyway. So you can see the source of confusion.

Over the past weekend, we went once for dinner with the whole family, and  I returned for lunch. Overall, I’d have to say that we were all impressed.

The kids all enjoyed various rice and pasta dishes. I sampled all of them, and my favorite was my daughter’s tempura shrimp with a lemon cream sauce over rice. Fantastic. It had the crisp, tart flavor that I crave in a shrimp dish. The other two kids had the Shrimp and Chicken Alfredo dishes.

My wife had an artichoke and shrimp dish. It had bold flavors with garlic, mushrooms, I want to say some Parmesan, and gallons of butter. Actually, a little too much butter for my taste, but that’s definitely a Port Aransas thing. Everything has oceans of butter.

I had flounder with a dill cream sauce. Are you getting the picture here? The sauces are great. The dill sauce was delicate enough that it didn’t overpower the flounder, but strong enough to give me the tangy zip that I am always looking for. And of course, the fish could not be any fresher. I swear, you can’t throw a dead jellyfish without hitting a place that has excellent flounder or redfish in this town.

If there was a down side at all, it was the salad bar. It looked like something right out of Pizza Hut. But clearly, the salad is not the main attraction here. You come for the fish, or pasta, or pizza. We gave Jay’s an A for dinner. Everyone’s food was good, the service was absolutely perfect, and the atmosphere was excellent, even in mid October.

For lunch, I had fish tacos. My expectations were pretty low (I’m a bit of a snob for fish tacos), but these were great. The corn tortillas were fresh and moist, a basic requirement that you have to satisfy to even get a passing grade. The shrimp and fish were proportioned about right. The cilantro cream sauce was the star of the show, with perfect balance, and just a hint of zip. I would have preferred the traditional carrots and cabbage, but I am picking nits. I ate them all and enjoyed every bite. I’d give them a solid B+.

I still don’t know quite what to call this place. If you plan to go, it’s on Highway 361 right at G street. Look for the Eat at Jay’s sign. For now, I’m just going to call it good.

Port Aransas Late October

Congratulations to our friend Paul Horton, skipper of Tribology, and crew who won the multi-hull class and fastest time awards in the 2010 Harvest Moon Regatta.  Paul, his wife Shearon, Yogi the Golden Retriever, and Paul’s nephew Andrew came to stay with us at the beach house after the race.  What a great time we had!

Shearon and I started out Thursday night rearranging the kitchen – actually really fun!  Taking a break from the organizing, we headed out to dinner at Virginia’s on the Bay.  We both ordered Shrimp Louis – a delicious salad with crispy romaine lettuce, black olives, boiled eggs and wonderful shrimp with a remoulade dressing.  The restaurant is right on the Port Aransas Harbor and with it’s open air seating and great views, it was a delightful place to spend the evening.  After dinner we shopped at the Family Center IGA to stock the fridge and then went back to finish the kitchen.  I should have taken some before and after photos!

The next morning (really early!!) Shearon got the call that Tribolgy had arrived at the harbor, the second boat in out of nearly 200,  and she and Yogi went off to pick up the crew from their adventure on the Gulf.  It had been terribly windy overnight on the water, so we were happy to hear they had arrived safely.  While she was away, I introduced my Golden Retriever, Emmy, to the beach.  We were out the door, down the boardwalk and on the beach road in time for sunrise. It was a beauty.  The wind and waves were spectacular and Emmy and I practically had the place to our selves.  She loved it.  I let her off leash (before I saw the leash law sign on my way back) and she ran joyfully across the sand as fast as she was able for about 25 minutes. Darn that leash.

Friday afternoon Shearon made us a wonderful beef and rice lunch.   After the meal we did what everyone should do at least one day at the beach, we napped!  What a great afternoon!  Shearon, Paul, Andrew and I had all planned to go out to dinner that night, but we were all still groggy, so about 9 pm we pulled out the lunch leftovers (Shearon had the foresight of making a double batch.) It was actually perfect planning and timing because Bruce and the girls arrived at the beach house about that time from Austin and they were all hungry. The girls (our two and a friend) were wild with excitement about being at the beach house.  The adults ate while the kids played in the loft.  Bruce took them for a nice moonlit walk on the beach after everyone finished eating.

Saturday morning I took the girls shopping (flip flops, souvenirs and food.)  After lunch, we loaded all the beach gear in the wagon (a garden utility version) and walked down the boardwalk to the beach to stay for a few hours.  They had a blast digging away and building up and watching the water wash everything clean again.  I enjoyed watching them.  Simple pleasures for sure.  I could only lure them away from the water with the idea of heading to Coffee Waves for gelato.  Andrew had read about the location online and it had some great reviews, so I thought we should try it out. It did not disappoint!  The gelato was great – a lot of different flavors, the staff was fun and patient with all the girls wanting what seemed like a million tastes.  I had a combo of rocky road and strawberry.  One of the girls put together lemon and pistachio – sounds weird but it totally worked!  We actually like the place so much we went back once more for gelato and another time for Italian sodas and coffee.  It’s not far from the house, so next time we are in Port A, we will walk there!

Saturday night while Paul and Andrew went to enjoy the post race festivities,  Bruce and I took the girls to Jay’s Seafood and Spaghetti Works. One of our girls had eaten there before when she came with a friend and loved it.  I had a great meal of shrimp and artichokes in a garlic butter sauce.  Yum! We will definitely go back.  After dinner we made our second run of the day to Coffee Waves and then headed back to the beach for another moonlit walk on the beach. We walked to the Horace Caldwell Pier. It was a fair hike to be sure, but really worth it. The moon was full and the night was gorgeous. It brought out the best in my kids – they cartwheeled, danced and spun their way down the beach laughing and playing in moonlight so bright, it cast shadows.  It was wonderful to see these teen and tween girls so utterly free from their usual angst. It was beautiful.  We walked to the end of the pier full of fishermen to see the incredible waves rolling and roiling in.  The biggest ones crashed and exploded 8 feet in the air! It was quite a sight.

Sunday morning came and after another sunrise walk on the beach we went to Virginia’s, this time for breakfast.  Paul and Andrew had not been their before and we thought they would enjoy the atmosphere. We saw some of the boats from the race and Paul told us about some of the more hilarious race stories as well as the real dangers some of the boats faced in such tremendous wind.

All in all, it was a great weekend and we really had to drag ourselves back home today.  It was hard to leave, so we stopped in at Coffee Waves (third time!) for Italian Sodas to take a little of the lightness of the weekend with us.  Can’t wait to go back!


Harvest Moon Regatta

It’s nearly time again for the 2010 24th annual Harvest Moon Regatta – the race from Galveston to Port Aransas. It should be another fun filled weekend and we are looking forward to being at the house with friends of ours who will have been in the race.  According to the Havest Moon Regatta site, “the race starts in front of the Flagship Hotel Pier, Galveston, at 2 p.m. on Thursday in order to allow participating yachts to leave the Seabrook and LaPorte areas the same day. The course is a direct sail to Port Aransas of approximately 150 miles and should take cruising vessels 20 to 25 hours in a fair breeze.”  Sounds like a great time!!  I look forward to seeing the boats come into Port Aransas!

Port Aransas: Heaven and Hell

Remember the old joke about heaven and hell? It goes something like this. In Heaven, the British welcome you and provide the hospitality, the Germans provide the transportation, the Italians feed you, the French romance you, and the Swiss make the schedule and keep things running on time. In Hell, the Germans provide the hospitality, the British feed you, the French provide the transportation, the Swiss romance you, and the Italians run the schedule.

I must confess that I often have a similar love/hate relationship to the beach, especially at Port Aransas. I can give you one word, and you’ll know exactly what I’m talking about.

Sand.

I mean, you’ve got some of the best sand in all of Texas. You have the SandFest and the PortA sandcastle guy. Burying little bodies and sometimes big bodies. Tiny footprints next to big ones, with an invisible held hand in between.

But as the years go by, I become less tolerant of sand in places that it doesn’t belong. In my car. In my house. In my shorts, and in my shorts, if you know what I mean. In my daughter’s hair, and two minutes before I told her we were getting in the car. In metal things that work, which soon after become metal things that work poorly and then not at all. I’m elevating my blood pressure as I type.

In the balance, since we got the beach house and out of our tents, sand is a whole lot more heaven and less hell. But I love it, and I hate it. You get the idea. Shall we move on?

Salt water.

Is there any greater point in the drive to the beach than when you get that first whiff of salty air? It means vacation, and as a land-locked Texan who was previously a land-locked Tennesseean, the mere proximity takes me to another state of mind. The first taste of salt water as I’m on a wave board or just swimming in the gulf is bliss. But good things are sometimes best in small doses.

Like when Spinner, our Aussie who could not swim with her mouth closed, swam for an hour straight, and then…

expelled that salt water in forms too vile to describe in detail for the next two hours straight. Speaking of metal things that used to be nice, our car was never the same. Don’t you feel like that dog sometimes? I mean, wave boarding is nice, but there’s nothing nice about a nasal… um… cleanse. To move my mouth to a happier place, I will slip back across that razor-thin line to heaven. On to food.

Fish.

Red fish, crabs, flounder, shrimp. When the oil spilled in the Gulf, my first brief panic was that I was going to lose our supply of the freshest fish in Central Texas. And that fish is so easy to catch in Port Aransas.

My fondest childhood fishing memory is of a trip when everyone in a family of five caught our limit, and brought our catch home. We didn’t even have enough room in our huge freezer to keep it all. We kept it at a neighbor’s house. And we had fresh fish every night for a week.

And then we had not so fresh fish every night for another period of time that I’ve blocked out. By now, if you’ve done your share of Port Aransas fishing trips, you know exactly what I mean. A successful trip is one where you’ve caught what you want to eat, and you were wise enough to stop, or throw the rest back. There’s nothing quite as miserable as a trip with high seas where you catch nothing. (That doesn’t happen too much around here.) Except maybe a trip when you catch too much.

To give you a happy ending to the bountiful catch, someone kicked the plug out of the freezer that had all of our neighborhood fish. We took that skunky fish and buried it in my mother’s tomato bed, and we buried them deep. We had the best tomatoes ever that year. I’m going to take this blog to a risky place, but trust me.

Bikini Clad Teenagers.

Well, so much for trust. But I’m going somewhere slightly different than you think. My daughters mean more to me than anything else in the world. My wife feels the same way. It’s awesome to see them grow. But it’s also terrifying in ways that only parents of beautiful teenage girls can believe. The beach has a way of bringing out the best of people watching. When I’m watching the people that I love play, the experience grows tenfold.

Now, you can see exactly where I’m going here. Just the words “teenage girls” can tell you about all about heaven and hell that you’ll ever need to know. The car trips and the stops to eat and the stops to pee and the stops to shop and the stops to pee again. The laughter and the late-night laughter (and the later night laughter).

Of course, these are the reasons we go to a beach house. When you can pack six girls into a room and let moms and dads get a good night sleep in the rooms below, you have the recipe for heavenly memories.

And just a tiny little slice of hell.

Port Aransas Beach

The Port Aransas Beach on Mustang island has wonderful soft powder sand.  People bring umbrellas and shade tents for some shelter from that bright Texas sun.  Even at the beach, in the summer, it’s just really hot.  But, I would rather be really hot at the beach, than someplace else!  Some people attach kites to their shade tents which is a testament to that great Gulf breeze – those kites stayed up in the air all day!  What a great way to locate their spot after playing in the water getting carried down the beach from the current.  We recently were introduced to the beach umbrella anchor – a great invention.  If you don’t have one and have a beach umbrella, you need one!  It screws into the sand to give your umbrella just a little more stability in that great Gulf breeze.

As we all know, schlepping the beach gear can be a big challenge – the towels, the cooler, the umbrella or tent, the toys, etc.  In Port A, you can load your gear into your car and drive to the beach on the beach road. The beach road is between the dunes and the wooden post markers.  Parking is on the post marker side of the road. A $12 annual parking permit is required. You can purchase the permits on the beach, usually near an entrance road.  On our recent beach trip we saw a family using a heavy duty wagon (like the kind you might find for sale at Home Depot) to move their gear.  Since our place is walking distance over a boardwalk to the beach, we thought this would be a great alternative to loading up the car.

During the summer (Memorial Day – Labor Day) Port Aransas beach is watched by the Port Aransas Beach Guards from Avenue G south to Sandcastle Drive.

Port Aransas is for the Birds

The Port Aransas area has one of the highest bird counts in the Gulf Coast.  My coastal bird knowledge, at this point, doesn’t go much beyond brown pelicans, sea gulls and sand pipers.  I have always admired the folks that can look around and identify every bird in sight. Unfortunately, I am not one of those people!   So, in anticipation of spending time in this birder’s paradise, I started researching places in Port A that could help me learn.  I am delighted to find that there are a great number of resources available in the area including some free guided walks.  Here are a few locations I plan to check out on our next trip to the coast:

  • Leonabelle Turnbull Birding Center – On Wednesdays at 9 am you can participate in a free guided tour. The boardwalk is wheelchair accessible. Be on the look out for Boots and Bags, their resident alligators.
  • Joan and Scott Holt Paradise Pond – In addition to it’s usual residents, Paradise Pond is a great spring stop for the migratory warblers and songbirds. The boardwalk is wheelchair accessible.
  • Wetland Park – This park is home to water birds and cranes. The wheelchair accessible boardwalk leads to a lovely gazebo near the tidal flats.

Another resource to check out is the Texas Parks and Wildlife Department Costal Birding Trail Maps.  This website is incredible with it’s detailed description birds and locations for bird viewing.

I can’t wait to grab this map,  visit these places, learn some more birds, and start putting my identification skills to work.

Port Aransas Beaches

Though we’re not the beach connoisseurs that some of our friends are, we like our beaches. Each one has a different personality, and a different set of strengths. In Scituate, Ma, we like the waves on the rocks and the excellent photography and wildlife. Florida and Mexico beaches offer the brilliant blue waters and the perfect climate. In Texas, the beaches range from wild and uninhabited (on North Padre Island) to extremely developed (South Padre Island), with lots of different options in between. Our family likes them all, but we will always have a special place in our hearts for Mustang Island. The development is tasteful and subdued because of the sand dunes along the shore, and there’s plenty of beach life.

There’s a sand road down the middle of our public beach, a wide expanse of powdery sand, and the Gulf waves that lap at your feet as you stroll. A barrier of dunes (they are protected) separate most of the major condos and beach houses from the beach, and that usually means you’ll walk a little further to get wet. But you won’t be staring up at a long row of thirty story high rises, either. We like it that way.

The Port Aransas beaches on Mustang Island are the Port Aransas Beach that runs most of the length of the island (with lifeguards from Avenue G to Sandcastle) and the IB Magee Beach Park, next to the South Jetty. PA beach covers just under six and a half miles. This stretch has a sand road that runs the length of the beach for good access, so it’s fairly easy to bring in your heavier gear, though you will need a $12 beach parking pass.

We prefer to walk.

Working from the ocean across the beach, you have the ocean with a couple of sand bars that you can wade to, a shallow climb out onto the beach, a wide expanse of sand, trash cans every ten yards or so flanked by a sand parking area, a sand road that runs the length of the beach, protected sand dunes that are striped with occasional access roads or board walks, and then properties that range from single story homes to ten story condos. The point is that all of the buildings are set back fairly far from the beach.

The Water

The water is warm in the Summer, and comfortable earlier and later in the season than what you’d find on the Atlantic or Pacific coasts. The waters are also calm. The surf is variable, of course, but it’s generally pretty good. It’s a great place to boogie board, or when conditions are right, you can find decent surfing near the pier compared to the rest of the Texas gulf coast, though you’re not going to find the 20 foot monsters that you will on Hawaii’s North Shore. South Padre waves are generally a little better than these.

The Sand

The sand is powdery and fine, easy on the feet (though hot in the summer–wear beach shoes) and great for the kids, and irritating as anything for campers on a windy night. If you don’t want to take it home with you, it pays to find a rental that will let you walk to the beach most of the time.

If you like sand castles, and I mean really like sand castles, this is the kind of sand you want. It’s fine and the shallow gradient means you can easily dig down to the water table to get to the wet stuff that holds together. There’s a sand castle competition held every year called the Texas SandFest, and this is where the big boys come out to play. You would not believe some of the winners. This year, it was April 9-11, and should be around the next time next year. You probably won’t be able to park on the beach. We’re talking walkers only, with you and 100,000 of your closest friends. If you want to go, book early.

Sports

The beaches are expansive. They will give you room to spread out and fly a kite, play some pick up sports, or set up your own umbrella or shade pavilion. Beach soccer is fantastic there, and you’ll usually see a volleyball game there. The sand is so soft that it is tough to run in, though. We like to drive to the beach and set up early, and take a break during the hottest times of the day to return in the evening.

Location

Here’s a map with the location to the beach house. You can see the board walk, and the stretch of beach that we are on. Scroll down to the southeast corner (lower right) to see the boardwalk, and you can view the house from the beach view. It’s a great little area. With the windows open, you can hear the waves on the beach.

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