The power of Voodoo (who do?)
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:
What’s that, you say? You REALLY like meat? How about a SIX HUNDRED GRAM t-bone steak then?
Oh, and we’re not entirely sure how we managed, but do make sure you save some room for the peach cobbler:
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.