So, last night I left you with some lovely photographs of our time in Berkeley yesterday. Gosh, I love that city. So much love…so much life. We had to drop off the boyfriend’s friend who was visiting from Texas at the airport in the afternoon, so we took the opportunity to just wander around all day and eat. A few people asked me where we ate lunch and the answer is Angeline’s Louisiana Kitchen.
The Tale of the Bad Shrimp
After watching the final hour of the World Cup at an Irish pub next door, we wandered in here with high expectations. I mean, the three of us are all Southerners and when we see a menu with fried chicken and sweet tea on it 3,000 miles from home, we make a mad dash.
But first, please observe my serious soccer face:
Actually, I’m lying. This was more my it’s 1:45 and I haven’t had anything to eat since 7:30 and if you don’t feed me soon I’m going to make a scene face. The boyfriend kindly offered to go get me a biscuit to tide me over, but I had high hopes for lunch so I just ate half a larabar and a green apple now and later and held strong. Those now and laters…they get ya every time.
Finally, it was time to eat. I forced my way to the front of the crowd and out of the pub in about two seconds flat. Warning: do NOT get in my way when I’m hungry. I’m not afraid to use force.
I was immediately overjoyed when I saw the restaurant’s supreme choice of hot sauce on the table:
And scoured every inch of the menu
The restaurant had a great atmosphere and was pretty busy, but not packed. Adam’s sweet tea was PERFECT and took me straight back to Alabama football games. Seriously, it was dead on. We were under time constraint, though, and I had to make a quick decision on food. Initially, I thought perhaps the gumbo but you know how it is when you are famished….you often times lose your ability to think rationally and make strategic menu decisions.
Enter shrimp po’boy:
Sorry, but it was bad. Not just “bad”…it was pretty awful. Just a few small deep fried shrimp on a HUGE white roll with some shredded iceberg lettuce.
That’s it. I asked for no mayo (ick) but they seemed to forget the mustard, too. Since I was starving, I ate half anyways and then about an hour later, started to feel pretty sick. And that never happens. I have a stomach of steel but this was just….bad. I never actually GOT sick and recovered enough to eat frozen yogurt two hours later, but still. You know how it is sometimes.
I’m really bummed because I love the idea of this restaurant. Maybe I just ordered the wrong thing? Because I have a deep love for both Berkeley and cajun food, I will go back and try their gumbo. But I have to say—not impressed.
I was impressed, however, with this lovely frozen confection (see mine on the left, his on the right)
A blend of vanilla and chocolate fro yo with caramel sauce, oreos and heath bar crumbles. My stomach sighed in contentment and all was well with the world again, post shrimp po’boy.