Romeo W.
Yelp
This is a "New Orleans" style restaurant run by a Chiang Kai-shek wanna-be in Old Town. Do you see the problem here?? Nothing about 'Old Town' screams 'New Orleans' and nothing about this restaurant screams, except for the Manager/Hostess, more her later...
There's nothing "New Orleans" style about their food other than the names of the dishes offered. The entire place is disgusting, from top to bottom. Was it clean? Yes. Was the decor acceptable?? Absolutely. Was the service friendly and prompt??? Yes, on a basic level.
The menu is riddled with inconsistencies for a "New Orleans" style establishment: "Bavarian Pretzels" and "Shrimp & Grits" do not necessarily pair well together. Are we in Frankfurt or the French Quarter???
Let's start with the "Southern Fried Chicken" -- if you are attempting to replicate REAL, TRUE, AUTHENTIC "Southern Fried Chicken" a good restaurant must offer breasts and wings, not just greasy thighs and legs. A good restaurant must know how to marinate, season, coat, bread and fry chicken well. If you have ever been to "Mother's Fried Chicken" on Poydras Street in New Orleans you know authentic "Southern Fried Chicken". The offering at 219 is a disgusting, greasy, tasteless bird that was likely a pigeon waddling down King Street just a few hours before. "Squab, anyone?"
The "Crawfish Etouffee" is nothing more than pond skrimps in V8 juice. Yes, pond skrimps - like the kind you see bopping around stagnant water in the countryside. Induce vomiting instead; it would taste better.
What exactly is a "Southern Caesar Salad"? Was the lettuce grown in Alabama? The Parmesan aged in Mississippi?? Were the croutons baked in Georgia??? None of this makes sense, considering a true "Caesar" salad was invented by an Italian Chef named Caesar Cardini and what 219 offered to my table did not resemble a true Caesar salad in any way, shape or form. Lousy, soggy, brown lettuce that should have been fed to the pigeon disguised as "Southern Fried Chicken". The "Caesar"dressing was obviously from a jar/can/bottle/package/garbage can and the croutons were definitely from the food bank in PG County. Nope, no, never.
Now for the best part - "Patty" the hostess/manageress. I am not certain where this woman trained in hospitality management (perhaps at a prison gulag?) but her entire attitude was a combination of anger, hatred, impatience and disdain, from start to finish. Although we never complained about the food, we did have an issue when our bill was presented at the end of our dining experience. What was the issue, you ask? We were charged for a round of drinks that our table did not order, receive or consume. When we presented this issue to the server, we assumed it would be quickly rectified. No such luck -- instead we were met by "Patty". Yes, that "Patty" as has been mentioned in prior reviews.
"Patty" is a rude, crass and ill-tempered woman with a knack for destroying repeat business and the spirit of her customers. While I will not go into further detail on her rude, racist statements, inappropriate words and unacceptable actions, I will say this:
It is blatantly obvious that if you have a person of color in your party (we were a party of four with one person of color), "Patty" will accuse you of theft, dine-and-dash and, I quote: "You guy try to come here drink fo' free huh? No. I cawrl coppps. Not here. I ban you I see you face again." For the record, none of us had eaten at 219 before. None of us ever will again.
You'll recognize "Patty" -- she looks remarkably like Admiral Ackbar, you know, the Mon Calamari from "Star Wars"? And, as he said: "It's A Trap!"