This is a kind of place that the locals go. And they don’t tell the tourists about it because they don’t want idiot conventioneers, heavy with mardi gras beads and wicked hangovers ruining their breakfasts. Due to the fact that this place doesn’t have a liquor license it also doesn’t generally hit the usual FQ tourist roster. No matter tho – you can pop down to the deli/grocery on the corner two blocks away and grab your sparkling or some beer while you wait for your table. They don’t charge corkage for the first bottle or 6 pack and have the ice bucket and mixings ready to go.
Whether it is for a scrumptious brunch or a succulent dinner, Eat has the local bistro, serving tasty local fare thing down pat. Service is friendly without being solicitous and the food is dirty good.
After getting our prosecco sorted with an ice bucket, a carafe of orange juice and glasses and some coffee we were ready to check out the menu in full force. Starting with Crawfish bouliets – essentially Crawfish fritters, served with a tangy, spicy dipping concoction – more chutney than sauce. My husband was looking for things to dip in it after the fritters were gone and finally resorted to his fingers. He may have licked the plate. I had a version of eggs Benedict that featured a creole hollandaise over top of perfectly poached eggs, mustard greens and crispy pulled pork cakes.
Served with a side of fried green tomatoes this was Southern soul food nirvana and it was hard to even pay attention while my hubbie was going on about his caramelized onion and Gouda omelette.
Finally I had a bite and could see why – it was awesome.
The biscuits were fluffy and the grits rounded it out…they even brought extra sauce for my husband to put on pretty much everything.
We forced ourselves to eat banana fritters with a Nutella and peanut butter dip for completeness in the review (ya right).
We still had some prosecco and orange juice left and they kindly fixed us some Mimosas in a couple of travelers for our march around the quarter.