They’ve changed locations a few times over the last 70 years, and I think they have multiple locations now. But it’s still the best soul food in town.
ETA: there used to be a little place over in the Third Ward near UH called “Big Red’s Soul Food Kitchen and Discotheque”, not too far from the original Frenchy’s Chicken place. It was pretty good too. There was some mighty fine vittles near UH back in the day.
Stiles Switch BBQ has the best banana pudding I’ve ever tasted.
Second place is a friend from high school who quit her engineering job to start a dessert/bakery business.
Grandpa Simpson Baker at his finest right there.
Good lord.
Dusty can’t have a grudge against Chas, and this must be true because the proof…is in the pudding.
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I’m always in favor of simple as far as nicknames go…
How about just McPuddin’? Has a McLovin vibe to it as well.
Nope.
He doesn’t need a nickname. His fucking name is Chas.
Any other fans of warm banana pudding with the meringue? That is my favorite! I often got it instead of a birthday cake when I was a kid
Meringue improves anything.
Meringue sucks ass. All the time. It’s a culinary abomination. Whipped cream on nanner puddin is fine.
I wouldn’t have taken you for a meringue hater. I love my mom’s lemon and chocolate meringue pies but I wouldn’t put meringue on a pudding.
Yeah, I’m a meringue hater. I said it. Just never cared for it, on anything. I don’t like lemon meringue pie, specifically because of the meringue. And don’t get me started on the uncircumcised philistines who put it on Key lime pie.
Brother loved lemon meringue. Quite often Birthday. Mine was angel food cake. To stomach it, scraped off the meringue on top.
How about meregue music? I think we can all unite behind the belief that merengue music sucks donkey nuts.
I recently discovered that my CDMX living nephew and his chilanga girlfriend are bachata fanatics. In fact, they named their newly bought puppy Romeo after one of the bachata stars named Romeo, not sure which one. I had known that he was just the kind of dumbass to travel to the US to buy a goddamn puppy rather than walking over to the Parque de México on a weekend to adopt one, but I hadn’t realized his typically pedestrian taste in music could descend to such unfortunate depths.
Dad gum!
We’ve become a cooking channel…
Someone said the way to a Man’s heart is threw his stomach.
There’s no longer any doubt in my mind that you’re actually Fredia.
You know what, for a good while I assumed he was a troll of Christmas past, a return of the native but with a different name and a different accent. But I did a little digging and no, it’s a real individual all right. And quite a bit of his back story checks out.
I don’t expect that to make anyone feel any better, but there you have it.
Pinches Chilangos. This very much sounds like a chicken or egg argument. Did their horrible musical tastes inspire such a shit decision to bring a pup from the States? Or vice versea?