Eddy Roger Parker
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If you’re rollin’ down Beach Boulevard and see this big ol’ seafood shack propped up like it’s tryin’ to dodge the next hurricane—pull over.
That’s McElroy’s Harbor House, and brother, that place is a goddang institution. Ain’t just another tourist trap slingin’ frozen fish sticks. Naw, this place has roots.
The McElroys start small—1957, root beer stand in Biloxi, probably with some poor fella sweatin’ behind a counter and prayin’ the ice machine holds out. Fast forward to ’72, they scoop up a little snack shack down at the harbor, just rebuilt after Hurricane Camille tried to send the whole Coast to Jesus.
Then in ’74, Mickey and Jane McElroy do the damn thing—they crank out a full-blown seafood joint, right on the water, just like God and Jimmy Buffett intended. It runs strong for decades till Hurricane Katrina shows up in 2005 and wrecks the place like a drunk uncle at a wedding. But the McElroys ain’t quitters. In 2012, they come back stronger, higher—literally. They raise the whole damn building 29 feet up like it’s Moses partin’ the floodwaters. Now it’s got the best view in town of Deer Island and every shrimp boat with a cracked hull and a story to tell.
Alright, here’s the play:
Starter: Chargrilled Oysters. They come out still hissin’, ridin’ shotgun on a cast iron plate that smells like heaven got a Cajun cook. They’re sittin’ in a shallow pool of butter, garlic, and parmesan so rich you’d think it owns oil rights. The edges of the oyster get all crispy and golden, but the middle stays silky like it’s whisperin’ sweet nothings to your arteries. You sop that juice up with the French bread they throw on the side and suddenly you’re speakin’ in tongues.
Main Course: Shrimp Po’ Boy, Fully Dressed, With Fries. They ain’t skimpin’. Whole damn baguette jammed with golden-fried Gulf shrimp that still taste like the ocean whispered a secret to ‘em. Lettuce, tomato, pickles, and mayo so thick it’s practically a dairy product. One bite and the whole thing tries to fall apart in your hands—like it knows it’s too beautiful for this world. Comes with a pile of fries that are hot, salty, and fried just this side of crispy, like they know they’re just backup dancers to the main act.
They don’t just serve seafood—they serve a show. You sit out on that deck lookin’ over Biloxi Beach, watchin’ shrimp boats cruise by while seagulls scream at you like tiny, feathered meth addicts. Inside, it’s got that old-school Gulf Coast feel—wood beams, salty air, and a waitress who calls you “baby” like she’s been doin’ it since Vietnam.
Locals, tourists, sunburned gamblers from the casinos—it don’t matter. Everybody eats happy here.
Bottom line: McElroy’s Harbor House ain’t just good—it’s grandpa-told-me-about-it good. If you’re anywhere near Biloxi and you don’t stop here, I’m honestly just worried about your decision-making skills.
📍 Location & Hours
• Address: 695 Beach Blvd, Biloxi, MS 39530
• Phone: (228) 435-5001
• Hours: Monday–Saturday: 11 AM – 9 PM
• Lunch Specials: Monday–Friday: 11 AM – 2 PM
• Closed on Sundays