Location: by the IMAX.

Good things, bad things.

The bad things first. Nobody noticed me when I came in. The only reason my server noticed me was that I stared her down as she was serving someone else; after that, everything she did had an edge of “yeah, whatever” to it, as if she were pissed at me for staring at her! And the room was so cold that I didn’t take off my coat the entire time.

I ordered a combo with a little bit of alligator green chili, red beans and rice, and gumbo. The chili and gumbo were almost indistinguishable from each other and indistinguished on top of that, with very little meatiness/yuminess to them.

The good news was that the red beans and rice was quite the thing.

And from the menu, which showed three pages of BBQ, Po-boys, etc., I think the gumbo and the chili were at the bottom of the chef’s love list, right next to the veggie muffaletta. The hush puppies, light and yet creamy, showed the deep fryer had been mastered.

And then I got the beignets.

Yeah. I’ll be back.

Note: Do not inhale beignets. I thought I was going to cough up a lung when that powdered sugar went down.