We expected to enter some dive-shack that had Louisiana decor, overenthusiastic waiters and patrons with crab/lobster bibs. Instead we walked into a swank bar area that one would find in Stephen Ave. It was the Cactus club with Big T's menu.
Our group of no good music snobs immediately hated the pianists, who belted out pop songs to wow a slim crowd. But I have to admit, they had me when they did a cheesy rendition of the Fresh Prince of Bel Air intro. Still the music was just too loud that our table struggled in our conversations. I resigned myself to watching some lame pool tournament on TV.
No complaints about the service, our waitress was attentive. I had Jalepeno poppers, which were "meh" and the fish burger. The fish was a little on the bland side, but I liked how it was lightly fried and enjoyed the light texture. Whatever else was in the sandwich wasn't memorable for me.
I never knew this place existed. Very odd location to be at and not a very convenient location to reach. Just not worth the visit. But I thank Booker for rekindling my love of Will Smith.
"HEY YO UNCLE PHIL!!"