Brandy W.
Google
A Taste of New Orleans: Sweet Tea & Southern Redemption
Ya’ll, let me tell you something. I have been **starving** in this town for four whole years. Four years! I’ve been out here in **Alhambra** cooking my own **soul food** because nothing in this California desert could touch what my grandmama made. I was starting to think I was going to have to move back South just for a proper **catfish** filet.
Then, the angels sang and led me to **Mardi Gras Tuesday “A Taste of New Orleans”** in Sherman Oaks. And baby, that drive? Worth every single minute and every single drop of gas.
This ain't just food; it's a **homecoming**.
* **The Catfish:** Crispy. Seasoned. Flaky on the inside. It didn’t just meet my standards; it **superseded them**. It looked me dead in the eye and said, "Girl, I missed you."
* **The Red Beans and Rice:** Oh, honey. Creamy, smoky, rich. It tasted like a Friday night when you know you ain't gotta set an alarm.
* **The Gumbo:** That dark **roux** was singing to me. It had the authentic flavor—deep, complex, and spicy enough to make you feel something. It was giving full-blown, tear-in-my-eye nostalgia.
The portions are generous, the vibe is right, and the sweet tea is perfectly sweet. I found out they have a **live band** on the **weekend** and I about fell out of my chair.
I’m not just going to *go* back; I'm going to **reserve my time to be had.** I’m dressing up, putting on my finest, and rolling up there to catch a groove and eat like the Queen I am. LA, you finally delivered. You can keep your green juice; I’m sticking with the **gumbo**.
Let's not forget to mention the bar! Chef's kiss!💋🤌🏼