When There's Nothing in the Fridge, We Go to Hot Suppa in Portland | Bon Appétit
"Hot Suppa is a New Orleans–style eatery known locally for its excellent food, homey atmosphere, $1 happy hour oysters, and strong cocktails—our favorite of these being the After Glow, an exciting elixir of tequila, passion fruit juice, and hot chili peppers. There’s a tray of hot sauces and condiments on every table, including a bottle of pickled hot peppers. True to its name, it’s not pretentious: It’s housed in a storefront with plate-glass windows with an unimpeded view of the 7-Eleven across the street, plain wooden booths and tables, old exposed brick, walls hung with local art, and high ceilings with a large fan. Hot Suppa is where we go when we get back from a long trip. It also happens to be two short blocks from our house. It’s where we go when we feel blue, raw, in need of cheer, but it’s also a place to toast a minor victory or meet good friends for a drink and a bite. Hot Suppa isn't a special-occasion place—it’s a regular place, the place we come back to. Local, familiar, and low-key, it feels like an extension of home. A little dazed from the disorientation of jetlag and reentry, we hunkered down in a booth and ordered from the friendly waitress: corned beef hash with cornbread and Maine maple sweet tea for me, eggs Benedict and coffee for Brendan. It was a cold, still-wintry early March morning, but it was warm and cozy in here, the windows steamy, the room full of a soft hubbub of voices and music. “God, it’s good to be home,” I said, chowing down. My corned beef hash was superb, not too salty, crisp, pressed on a griddle, two over-easy egg yolks seeping into it. The food there is reliably good, whether it’s catfish tacos or shrimp and grits or pulled-pork mac and cheese or Creole meatloaf. I love the Louisiana-Maine connection, which makes instinctive sense to me despite the geographical distance between them: lobsters and crawfish, Acadian and Cajun. The word suppa works in both Downeast and Louisiana accents, and spicy Southern food warms the chilled New England soul. Full and happy, we paid our bill and headed back to our house. It was time to unpack, buy groceries, sort through our Everest of unopened accumulated mail. And we were ready, we had the mojo to face it all, because Hot Suppa had welcomed us home." - ByKate Christensen
