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| - I drink the broth from the collard greens. I search for the cornmeal crumbs from the catfish. I will dip my finger into the tarter sauce without hesitation or shame. I get a pang of sadness when I realize my plate is empty, but I still smile and feel sense of satisfaction. There is just something so gratifying about eating a meal from this place. From the very first bite of whatever is on your plate, you will understand why I woke up this morning and felt compelled to write a review.
I walked into Tastys, keeping my fingers crossed that I'd be able to place a take out order. The last few times I went to this location, that was not the case. It's been a few months, and I saw that it was under new management, so I was feeling hopeful. Sure enough, a pleasant young lady greeted my boyfriend and I with a warm smile and my order was placed. Previous visits resulted in me walking out and saying " that lady was rude AF, but the food is good" or "do they ONLY cater parties these days?!" The kitchen was almost ALWAYS closed when I tried to go last year. This time was different. This time, the energy was good, and the food was out of this world!
This is food that makes you want to hug the chef. If the catfish doesn't bring a tear to your eye, you may want to check your pulse. There's no way you could be alive. Juicy, zesty, perfect crunch, perfect flavor, perfect cut, prefect size. Just...perfect!
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