Southern

Root & Bone

Root & Bone

I will admit that I was not entirely sober when I ate at Root & Bone. Granted, these days that may have meant that I got within five feet of a cocktail or m...
Lowcountry

Lowcountry

I stopped into this place for a beer or two just because I liked the looks of it. Call it a classy redneck joint. Rather than a rusted tin roof, license pla...
Piece of Chicken

Piece of Chicken

Never has a name been so direct and to the point. What you order is a piece of chicken. What you get is a piece of chicken. Granted, their menu lists like h...
Mara's Homemade

Mara’s Homemade

I really couldn't tell you the difference between Arkansas, Alabama and Louisiana barbecue. I imagine it all involves pig and stuff, but other than that I d...
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Jacques-Imo’s To Geaux

You would have figured the folks of the newly acquired Louisiana Territory would have picked the French up by their scrawny arms and thrown their cheese-ea...
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The Delta Grill

How everyone in Louisiana doesn't weigh 8,000 pounds is beyond me. Their food is devoid of greenery and tends to be fried, or at least cooked in some sort o...
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Cowgirl Hall of Fame

The name of this place is lame. Sorry to be blunt, but it's just plain embarrassing telling people to meet you at the Cowgirl Hall of Fame. I oscillated between...
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Jezebel

Mr. Hipster knows about as much about Southern food as the Pope knows about making a marriage work. The South itself is a big black hole of huh as far as he...
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B. Smith’s

Style over substance can pertain to so many things in this world. You got your models, fancy automobiles, foreign beers in cool bottles that taste like a sk...
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Cajun Restaurant

Despite being panned by every legit reviewer in the city, this Chelsea bayou eatery is a little slice of New Orleans brought to the Crappy Apple. Surprisingly...