Ron W.
Yelp
Forgive me, when I heard this was the ultimate O.G. spot I thought that meant Old Geezer. But rollin' through the hood in my rent-a-ride I realized it was the O. M. (original meaning) of O. G. (Original gangsta).
A nod and a smile to Mother Shirley herself settin' outside by her well used BBQ kettle that's smokin' away like a high school kid behind the gym and once that rig is runnin' there isn't a stray dog for blocks that's isn't in the queue hopin' for a few scraps of Que.
I stepped inside the wall in the hole joint that has been there since the original Jurassic Period and inhaled years of fine cookin'. Yes, it has that Riker's Island feel to it as Shirley's is a converted shotgun house (and no doubt there's probably be a shot gun still lurking in there somewhere) with one grimy window at the long end.
A long bar runs the length of the room and on the weekend you'll find a butt on every stool sippin' the beer of the day or something more bracing if required.
The dining room has a lot of character mainly owning to the characters that hang there. The interior looks like the construction project that time and money forgot. Exposed wiring, HVAC on display, jury rigged building guts everywhere. All the expense here goes into providing great food instead of making the place look like a Parisian bordello.
The Cafe is homey, a haven for homies, where all are welcomed by the friendly staff genuinely happy to have you. You'll be dining in their home and it feels that.
Walk on the mismatched linoleum squares to your table next to a dingy brick wall and melt into the warmth of really good food offered by really nice people that turn a well worn spot into something sunny-side up.
The Vibe: A U. of L. game is on in the background and all the tables are talkin' to each other in the foreground.
Caveat one: It's cash only, but not to worry, it's reasonably priced so no need to pimp out your crib on Airbnb to eat here.
Caveat Two: The portions are heroic, mythic, Marvel comic sized mountainous piles of cool stuff to chew on. (Read, ain't no one leavin' hungry. And movin' after eating here might be a challenge).
Caveat Three: Time when you dine here. After church you'll wait for the Second Coming before you get a table let alone a second helping.
The Staff: All real deal with feeling. Shirley's crew are all ready to turn those food wishes into fine dishes. The team is efficient, helpful and want all their customers to enjoy this Louisville legend. "Honey, the Wings and Two sides gonna make it hard to finish. One side for a little twig like you, gonna be enough, Sugar." "Yes Ma'am, thank you."
The Food: All made to order so patience is not optional. There is a small menu of tried and true with a few specials and maybe an experiment or two. But, the Wings are the star here. Great Wings are my guilty pleasure. Now, a brief word about those Wings. For $5 I was expecting a couple of Hummingbird flappers instead of the four Condor Wings that showed up, each as big as Shaq's shoe.
A crunchy coat covers the juicy meat. Eat'em neat and there is a slow crawl of heat workin' it's way across your tongue. Or amp it up with a splash of Frank's Hot Sauce and Trappey's Peppers in Vinegar. The Wings land hot and ready to pick up (sounds like the note in Trump's little black book next to Stormy). It was absolutely delicious. (But I can only speak to the Wings).
The Ribs were plastic fork soft. The meat was slidin' off the bone. (Now now, enough Stormy jokes.) Remember to factor in a dry cleaning bill to the cost of your meal. (Plate of Ribs, $6. Dry cleaning that nice leisure suit, $9). And eatin' those ribs is like makin' love. If you don't have it all over you, you're doin' it wrong.
The Hot Water Corn Bread Biscuits were spiritual. They were a Monkey fist sized little treasure of pleasure. Crispy, corny, and every bite feather light. They were the perfect Hoe Cake. (Donald's pet sobriquet for Stormy? Sorry, I couldn't resist.)
Don't forget to have a side for your front, either.
The Turnip Greens with a little bits of Pork bits, Onions, and Tomatoes were lean, mean and green. An excellent balance to the protein.
The Fried Corn Nibblets which I couldn't pass up, nor should you, were also wonderful. Get some.
Having absolutely no room for dessert I was more concerned about how I was gonna be able to stand up and actually walk out under my own power. But, then, I was offered a house made Jam Cake large enough to feed the entire 7th Cavalry. It was an amazing Sticky Pudding suitable for the British Monarchy at Christmas, but you can have it now with no fanfare. Blackberry Jam, Raisins, Walnuts, and a soft cakey crumb topped with a Caramel lattice. Hail to the Queen, Shirley.
The next day I was barely able to button me trousers with out creative maneuvering, a tool kit and determination.
Shirley Mae I live for the day I'll be back.