Excellent seafood, nice atmosphere. Waitress was friendly also. I don't want to exaggerate much, but it was some of the best seafood I've had in my 70 years of loving seafood. Give it a try!

Excellent menu selections. Relaxed atmosphere. Good service. Full bar. Well worth a visit.

Excellent. Visiting yogi bear park, came for dinner. Both meals excellent. Fresh. Great pricing.

Great meal after a day in Navasota. Serve was perfect and the fried okra is fresh and hand breaded. We had the chicken fried chicken and chicken fried steak. The gravy was SO good and was the perfect topper to our crispy meals. The bar was nicely stocked and the beer was cold. Couldn't ask for much more. I definitely recommend you stop in for good food!

HS&S is our"stop for lunch on the way to Carmine. Your basic fried seafood kind of place. Booths with sprung springs( but aren't they all) There are 3 men to every woman here. Quiet. A nice mixture of industrial workers, farmers, Prairie bee A& M folks. We always get the 2 fried catfish with 6 fried shrimp and split it. Fast friendly service. Good food. Love the condiments in the old style picnic squeeze tubes. Note: cocktail sauce is in the yellow "mustard" container!

I'm a truck driver who doesn't often come across an Italian place other than your average franchise joint. I hesitated to go but noticed a bunch of cars in the parking lot so I decided to try it. This place is worth a visit again! I had a Cesar salad, Chicken parmigiana, and a side of sausage. I was a bit disappointed in the chicken as the cutlet seemed like one of those frozen patties but the sauce and spaghetti were good. The sausage was good as well and their was a good portion in the bowl. Plenty of sauce as well. I loved the fresh baked bread to start as well. A few people around me had very appealing meals as well. I'll try the chicken and shrimp switch the pink sauce next time

I am all about the locally owned hidden gems and this is one of those old school roadhouse joints that you need praise them, Joe Camel. An unassuming single story aged strip mall next to the dialysis centre (get out your Juul and bear with me) walking into this local hot spot dotting the highway is like walking back into time when life was simpler, waitresses were receptive to being called darling and/or sweetheart, and a lunch beer was $4 a pop. Wait. One of those things seems amiss in 2k19. Roadside diners along the lines of places that Dean Winchester would visit for non-pie dishes always include fried things, and fried things that are delicious. It is not always a perfect circle; sometimes being a venn diagram between the two. However, HS&S makes their casual dining fare the perfect circle where fried foods came to town just to be delicious in the service of the big man downstairs, or upstairs, as suits your preferences - we don't judge here. Which is what brought me here. A recommendation for the finest fried seafood in six counties. And I was already in my windproof Harley jacket on a rainy cold day for other reasons so I didn't need to throw on less conspicuous outerwear to dine at a place like this so it was all aces from start to finish. They have lunch specials which include two sides - freedom fries as your standard one spot option, and your second spot option a choice between a house salad (limited dressings available) or coleslaw. Yo homey, do the salad so much. Even with the limited dressing choices it is far superior to the coleslaw. In fact, the coleslaw is the one and only thing you could ding this joint points on at all ... besides the byzantine mess they created with the condiment squeezy tubes on the fried food orders, which still is giving me the vapours about those devilish shenanigans and requires its own attention in a separate paragraph. Roadside diners have few rules throughout the legerdemain of Americana, where food that was good and hot rewarded a hard workin' man. 1. Bikers are welcome, even in a cut with colours; 2. If in a fist fight you get blood on someone else's food you need to buy them a new basket AND say you are sorry because that hot zima soup got the best of you; and 3. Condiments come in coloured squeezy tubes so even if #u #is #illiterate you know what is what based on sight alone rather than those multisyllabic queer French things fancier places stamp onto their tubes with a labelmaker. This is a standard American thing about how the colours go: Ketchup is in the red tube, hence the red. Mustard is in the yellow tube, hence the heckin' but still mellow yellow. And mayo is in white because of stereotypes. You know what I am talking about, white bread and all of that. This joint instead likes to fuck with you real nice though and you won't see it coming unless you read Uncle Daniel's yelp review right here. Ketchup is in the red squeezy tube, real nice to lure you into thinking they follow the normal rules of the road that have applied to #merica since Grande Papito Ben Franklin. Just after you get real cozy with that they get you with the one-two punch of tartar sauce in the white tube and cocktail sauce in the yellow. Exsqueeze me, baking soda? No hon. This aggression will not stand, these colours do not run. Motion to put mustard in the gat dang yellow tube so you can put mustard on your fries. Sure, I would look real out of place if I expected poutine fries here and ordered in French real arrogant like. But mustard? This is mustard country, population Yoü and I. People around here squirt mustard all over their wieners at 4 July cookouts in their backyards and similar patriotic events out in public like mattress sales. But instead these fries right here have cocktail sauce all over them, from a yellow tube, rather than mustard as the good lord below expected because that is how things have worked for hundreds of years among civilized peoples just trying to eat their freedom fries in peace. Condiment disaster aside, the fried food is delicious and the waitresses (for some reason we had three working our table for a few daydrinking beers and a lot of fried food?) were great. Except at the very end the third came by to collect our condiment squeeze tubes to pass them on to the next table and she was too busy she didn't look like she had time for "the talk" about colour coding mustard to yellow, and how everything else are filthy lies for others and their freedom fries. I guess this place needs more squeezy tubes since tables have to share; and get the right colours for what you are putting in them! Fried foods are unbelievable right here. But bring home-mustard (or work-mustard if that is where you are stashing the good stuff) if you want mustard on your freedom fries cuz they ain't got none, and cocktail sauce will not do on those bad boys. It is mustard and fries, not cocktail sauce and fries according to the bible.