If you’re from New Orleans you’ve undoubtedly heard of Willie Mae’s, one of the cities seminal, neighborhood restaurants. As a matter of fact after being badly damaged from Hurricane Katrina, many of the local, well-known chefs helped pitch in to restore and bring it back to life. As I was sitting in the corner table I noticed the stark contrast between the old walls that look they must have survived the first flood and the new home-depot 12×12 tile flooring. Don’t get me wrong–I’m not complaining. These small dichotomies are usually what I remember about places like this. Oh, and the food. With a little salt the beans and rice were wonderful. Not that hard to mess up, but I’ve been victimized a few times. And, since I wasn’t sure when I’d be back there again, I would have felt remiss without trying the fried chicken. After all, some food channel critic did rate their fried chicken the best in the country. Go figure.
P.S. Don’t eat the crackers. I think they’ve been open for a very long time.
I can’t believe your post has words! At first I thought I had typed in the wrong thing and gotten someone else’s blog. I’m so impressed!
was the chicken the best in the world?
Wasn’t bad, but I still like Popeye’s better. lol