“These fries just make me mad,” she said through a mouthful of visually-seasoned potato. “They’re supposed to be Cajun fries. Look at this. They’re the right color. Look at this angry red one! That fry should be spicy as shit. That thing should burn my mouth.”
She picked it up and ate it.
“But no! Not even close to burn. It’s like they painted some bay leaves red and then ground them up and called it Cajun.” She frowned down at the fries that were slowing spreading their grease throughout the brown paper bag on which they lay.
She expressed her frustrations to her husband. He agreed that the fries were not impressive.
He disagreed, however, with her summation of the seasoning. “It’s not bay leaves, though,” he mused.
“Yeah, you’re right,” she admitted.
“It’s something else too, I just can’t put my finger on it,” he continued.
“I don’t know. That gross stick seasoning. I don’t remember what it’s called. But it’s not spicy either.” She shrugged, willing to concede. “Maybe when I try them again in a few years they’ll be better. Or maybe I’ll have forgotten how made those fries make me.”
“Just make me mad,” she muttered under her breath, crumpling the bag around the remainder of the fries. She stood and threw the whole wad into the trash can.
They weren’t even salty enough. But they did give her horrendous gas later that day.
We both liked the decor, concert posters and guitars. I was also glad they chose someone with excellent penmanship to write the menu on the giant rolls of paper on the wall.
I got the Southern Comfort, a burger with fried green tomatoes, cheddar cheese, barbecue sauce, and bacon. Ian had the Ranch Hand, with peppercorn ranch, Swiss cheese, and bacon. I don’t like taking pictures of my food in public (not that anyone would have noticed unless I stood in front of one of the TVs), so you’re spared that, or going to have to suffer through it, whichever your preference.
Yum! They were really good burgers. Although probably not worth the trip for us more than a couple times a month.
We also shared an order of Ballpark Fries, fries covered in chili, nacho cheese, bacon bits, and jalapeños. I got all the jalapeños, which were sliced thinner than you normally see–great for snacking! Ian wasn’t impressed, but since I happen to love canned chili, canned cheese, and pickled jalapeños, I finished them off.
Then there was their watermelon sweet tea–thumbs up! It tasted like tea brewed from water flavored with watermelon hard candies. Not overpoweringly watermelony, and not too sweet, which is a deal breaker for someone like me who drinks unsweetened tea.
We didn’t try any of the custard shakes this trip, but they had several different flavors for us to peruse on a different visit. I’m looking forward to it!
Really, our only mistake was going to a bar and grill in the midst of a Saints game while the Saints are undefeated…well, they were, at the time. At least I wasn’t at work!