Some weird epiphany happened tonight as I prepared some potato soup. I spread generous amounts of the liquid gold on top, the man on the bottle was staring at me. Smiling. Staring me in the face. Did I just spread his seed on my soup?
By the time I made it outside to see what the hell Charlee was barking at, it was too late. I searched the entire backyard. Ptetty sure she ate the front half of the squirrel. Memphis was there for morale.
You’re probably Southern if you’re reading this, if you’re not you wish you were. Since you’re Southern you love Fried Chicken. This is like an inalienable right or something. In every city you travel you seek out the best Fried Chicken.
Team, I’ve found the best damn Fried Chicken in Dallas. Those of you in the Dallas food scene know exactly what I’m talking about, Sissy’s Southern Kitchen. It’s located conveniently in Knox Henderson.
I headed there for Lunch a week ago and had one of the best customer service experiences and best meals I’ve had in Texas. I was blown away by the charming southern decor. The bar was beautiful and had a classic drink list. Ben, my waiter took extra time to educate me on the menu and helped guide me to a superior meal.
I started the meal with the fried green tomatoes topped with scrimp and roumalade. It was one of those starters where you’re like “I could eat that every stinkin day.”
Ben instructed me that they are known for fried chicken. Before he was done telling me about how they pressure fry the chicken and use secret herbs for seasoning, there was no doubt in my mind that is be trying the legendary fowl. Dark meat only son.
The fried okra was speaking to me and it complemented the meal. As if there was any doubt.
Lastly it was a certain shewolf’s birthday. The decision to order the award winning chocolate cake was a nobrainer. It was fluffly like angel clouds topped with caramel and homemade whipped cream sitting atop peanut butter.
Your mouth is watering. All I know is that I want to meet Foodbitch and get in on her free dinner ticket!
When I say to people “I could live in New Orleans”, it’s usually followed by mixed reactions. Usually something like “Are you crazy?” or “Yeah, if I was 21 and YOLO and blow were a constant.”. But I’m for real. The food and music are enough to make me want to sink my teeth into the fabled city.
I was in town a week ago and found myself on Magazine Street, aka Uptown. This is the part of town where the cool kids hang out smoking cigarettes and talking like they know about Voltaire and shit. The good news about uptown is the direct correlation between cool kids and good food. You see, cool kids follow money and money follows good food.
Nestled on a standard 100 year old corner is La Petite Grocery. You’d think it’s nothing special from the street but your opinion will change upon your first step through the door. Think Antebellum meets France. I made my way to the bar at lunch. It was a tuesday and the place was relatively dead. I had the bartenders full attention. I demanded Iced Tea and to hear aboutut the specials, which I can’t even remember because I was instructed to order the burger and stfu. Sometimes you’ve got to know when to foolow directions.
The burger came out shortly there after and didn’t disappoint. In classic New Orleans form, the bread wad fluffly like a cloud and the meat was flavorful and juicy. It came with A special sauce aka mayo and chipotle something but the kicker was the fried egg and home made pickles. I savored every bite. The house cut French fries disappeared quickly as well.
I think you know what I am thinking but I’ll say it anyways… this place was great, it’s just what you would expect when you cook with love and great ingredients. You could certainly come here for business because it was very quiet at lunch and it won’t break the bank. I would come here again, but the problem is that there is literally too many places to try in NOLA so I might never step foot in here again. Then again, I might.
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I was down in Hot Springs over the weekend and had an unremarkable conversation with a local who was raging on and on about Izzy’s tamales. I did research via Yelping, Urbanspooning, and FoodSpotting and came to the conclusion that this place was worth a trip out to dreadful WLR. 30 minutes later in way the fuck out Hwy 10 and arrive.
Izzy’s is a quintessential family restaurant, not a place to go on a date or have a beer. The staff is cheesy, the atmosphere is weak and they push tea on you. Ok whatevs. I was there for tamales. FYI did you know tamales in singular for is tamal?
I ordered salsa to start this party. I’m thinking this is going to be legit and I could ha e never been more wrong. It literally looked and tasted like the genius chef opened a can of tomatoes and dumped it in a bowl with some cilantro. Probably the shittiest salsa in town or at least the Tri-Star area.
After my expectations were crushed I. The salsa department I ordered the Tamale Platter. It came out with two tamales, a small bowl of queso and bowl of chili. The chili was unremarkable, just a solid chili. Next I tried the queso which was no fucking joke. I’m ranking it top 3 in LR, right below Dizzy’s. Now for the crescendo, the tamales. I sliced in and took a bite. The masa was tender but kept its form. The shredded beef was mild but flavorful. The combination was good but a little too much masa:beef ratio. Overall I thought it was the best in town… except mine. I would definitely eat these again but you can bet I’m not going into cheesy Izzy’s for a dinner.
My final thought is they could seriously cook with more love. The salsa is trash and the chili a waste of potential. Eat the tamales, get extra queso, and for the love of crunkness, take this ish home to eat!!!
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It’s as if Devine light from KC’s atop a CJ7 were blasting down upon me.
I present you with deer tamales. Yes, it took a couple pain staking hours but eff it was worth it.
I’d share the recipe but I’d lose my business idea.
You’ve got to appreciate the menu. It’s got hash, eggs, and other classics. Then the chef got drunk and said, “Ay mane! Lemme fry some chicken up in dis junt, then we slap that ish up in between some waffles! Aight?” I’m pretty sure that’s what happened.
Shewolf decided to express her inner Cajun and ordered shrimp and grits, with a side waffle. Now listen up, the shrimp and grits were on point. They looked good and tasted good. Eat these. My one complaint was they were not warm enough. As for that waffle, it was rock hard. Not in a good way.
Now for that Southern Fried Crunkness… drumroll please. Okay no fireworks. I don’t have anything remarkable to report here. While the fried chicken and waffles were beautiful, they tasted lackluster. I think they are a rad menu addition but I felt like they had no soul. The chicken was a boneless breast with a very bland breading. Pretty disappointed. The waffle was just like I said before.
My final thought: I still like this place. It is good and I’m rooting for it. I will go here again but I’ll won’t be ordering Chicken and Waffles.
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You know there’s new taco competition in town, out in WLR. Local Lime is serving up gourmet Tex-Mex with fucking supremacy. This has unintended but outstanding consequences. As a result of said supremacy, taco incumbents had to step their game up.
As a native Memphian, I grew up on queso from El Porton. I seriously have a friend named Wooster who ate the white queso from El Porton with a spoon. We went their often to say the least. Back to my point, I went to The Porton over the weekend and I was flabbergasted by the menu.
The only way I can put this is that El Porton changed their menu, I mean they turned the swag on and classed the fuck up. A quick glance over the menu and you’ll notice the type face and design is noticeably more glamorous. They’ve organized it and have tapas. TAPAS. Is there anything more classy than tapas? I mean really! A dedicated tacos page, more pork, more and better everything.
Shewolf and I went for tacos. The bar has been set around town so it wad time to square up the pot. She ordered shrimp tacos. They came out with a pop of purple cabbage. Generous portions of shrimp adorned the corn tortillas. She didn’t share a single bite.
I ordered chorizo and carnitas tacos. The chorizo wasn’t too greasy and had a great flavor. I dressed it with Valentinas. The carnitas was really good. Large tender chunks of pork seasoned right dressed with pico and fresh japs. Team, the tacos were no joke.
Looking back, I am ready to go back to El Porton. You will be seated quickly and have a fantastic meal. While it is not operated like Local Lime nor does it use the same caliber of recipes, El Porton does deserve a spot amongst top local Mexican fare.
Later y’all. You can probably find me balls deep in a bottle of Tapatio or snorting a line of Cholula.
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Home to Super Griz, the most epic mascot in the NBA. Thanks to ZBo, Tony, Marc, and Rudy for a win against the Nuggets last week.
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Local on the Square is just what Midtown Memphis needed, a clean bar/restaurant with robust beer list and food menu. I’m no Michael Jackson or Anthony Bourdain but this place has it going on.
I ordered a Yazoo Rye Porter to wet the whistle. You know I try to stay gluten free but damn it’s tough knowing I am missing so many flavors in this world. I’m glad I ordered it because my tongue needed a good slapping.
As for my meal I got the Chorizo Bolognese and gouda grits with poached eggs. I had to literally write that down because there’s no way I’d remember that post holiday. The meal came in one of those baby skillets. I fucking love baby skillets. A couple poached eggs lay on top of grits covered in a red sauce. I dove in. The concoction was balanced. The egg yolks were runny and made the grits so gouda. You see what I did there… I’m no local anymore but The Local is a place you’ve got to visit. Be warned, they are proud of the food, but the quality and atmosphere is worth a trip.
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I had the pleasure of dining at an outstanding restaurant over Christmas break in Memphis. The family visited The Elegant Farmer located on Highland right down from Buster’s liquor. This place is operated by the gentleman who used to run McEwan’s which was a rad steakhouse back in the day. The Elegant Farmer reminds me of Loca Luna meets Root Cafe. It was a great southern menu made with local produce. The atmosphere was warm and business casual. Staff was friendly and intelligent. I ordered the catfish over mashed cauliflower with brussel sprouts. It was in a word remarkable. I ate and sovored every morsel. The cauliflower was reminiscent of southern style mashed potato’s and the sprouts were spot on. The catfish was tender with a citrus glaze. The menu was not too pricey, a place you could bring your grandpa on his birthday or a significant other for a nice evening. If I lived in Memphis I’d go here often! Have a great place we should visit, let us know in the comments. Eat local.
You are probably asking yourself “Am I cultured?”. You’re probably reassuring yourself affirmatively. Ask yourself this, do you even know how awesome dolmades taste? Probably not. The good news is you can take my advice and get some culture in your life. You know what Taziki’s is? Of course. You know they’ve got dope gyros and salads. Time to branch out. Belly up to the counter and demand they serve you a Dolmades Plate. You’ll get a lil drunk salad, a pita chip, and 4 dolmades. Now, what’s a dolmade? All I can tell you is it’s rice wrapped in a grape leaf, then grilled, then awesome. It’s a light alternative to gyros that’ll gives your taste buds a tug job. Eat this y’all. Have a great place we should visit, let us know in the comments. Eat local.I went back….
My sights were set on sweets but salt was calling my name. My sweet choice was Chocolate Lab. A glorious combination of chocolate custard, Oreo, chocolate fudge and a fucking cherry on top. It was better than it sounds.
Then I addressed the salt craving… Frito Chili Pie. I’m thinking this will be legit. How do you fuck up a chili pie? I can tell you how in one word, CELERY SALT! Effff. Nothing against celery salt but this is one of my least favorite things… on earth. I hate to keep digging but the chili was lack luster and the cheese was blah. I was disappointed and threw it in the trash after a few bites.
I’m gonna give Scoop Dog a shot with the hot dogs, if that fails it’ll be a dessert hunt only.
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I’m really pleased to recommend Local Lime out in Promenade. You know I hate WLR but fuck it’s worth it.
I went 2 weeks ago and all expectations were met and exceeded. I was almost pissed how good this place was operated. Leave it to those bright mother fuckers behind Zaza’s and Big Orange to kill it!
I got chorizo tacos. Team, they were so good. I am used to chorizo being real greasy but I was told they strain it 4 times to eliminate grease. They topped the tacos with pineapple. Pretty noble imho.
Shewolf ordered scrimp tacos. They came out with black beans to die for. They got eaten.
My favorite part of the meal was the chips and salsa. You get 3 out of 5 choices on the salsa. We got green, 5 Chiles, and classic. #HYFR.
My advice is to go here early and often, engage a bro. Hats off Local Lime, the bar has been raised.
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