When we talked about the Rap­ture, we men­tioned Voodoo Restau­rant on Man­ners Street in brief, but that real­ly was­n’t enough. See­ing it’s got the Grabone treat­ment today (hur­ry! Only three hours left!), we do need to tell you just how damn deli­cious Voodoo is.

In the wacked out Dis­ney­land atmos­phere of the old Harem, Voodoo is try­ing to suc­ceed where New Orleans failed. We hope they stick it out — if only for the hush pup­pies  which are amaaaaaz­ing — not like the doughy balls of dough at SMK, — crumbly corn­bread deep fried and served up with a hon­ey but­ter and a spicy sauce. If you’re a meat lover, you’re in luck because they do a pork chop in bour­bon sauce served on a yam & coconut mash that’s good enough to gnaw on the bone:

Pork chops. Oh yes indeed.

What’s that, you say? You REALLY like meat? How about a SIX HUNDRED GRAM t‑bone steak then?

I want to gnaw on this bone too
We’ll eat eat eat til Dad­dy takes the T‑Bone away.

Oh, and we’re not entire­ly sure how we man­aged, but do make sure you save some room for the peach cob­bler:

peach cobbler
It’s hard to choose between this and shoes

Ser­vice was a lit­tle bumpy because we were there with­in days of it open­ing, but with many rum-based drinks on the menu and food this good, we can for­give an awful lot. Go there, eat hearti­ly, and thank us after­wards. Just don’t call us when you have the meat sweats.