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She's also got fried chicken every day, and as far as yardbirds go it isn't too bad, crispy and greaseless, if a bit small. The catfish is skillfully fried too, though the shrimp creole is pretty one-dimensional—some crustaceans swimming in an overabundance of underseasoned tomato sauce, nearly indistinguishable from the stuff poured over the spaghetti side. The green beans seemed like they were dumped from a can too, and the kidney beans were cooked with andouille and another sausage that seemed an awful lot like regular old hot dogs, prompting a pal to describe them as "soulless soul food." On the other hand, a side of zucchini and summer squash was fresh and obviously seasoned with some care. I didn't take a careful photo of those but I got some others you might want to take look at.
My Mother's Kitchen, 6818 W North, (773) 887-4368