Today, let’s play a game called “Keeping It Simple.”
We’ll go first.
There’s a magical new den of fried chicken from an alum of The Next Food Network Star, and it opens Monday.
And that’s it. That’s the game. (You won, by the way.)
Also: say hello to Sissy’s Southern Kitchen & Bar, a new comfort food spot in the old Hector’s space on Henderson.
The last time you saw Lisa Garza (aka Sissy), she was battling for her own show on the Food Network. The next time you’ll see Lisa, she’ll be strategically placing your buttermilk-soaked fried chicken on some fine china. (Here’s to happy endings.)
One thing you might have noticed about Lisa—she’s from Memphis. Which means this place feels like you walked into her West Tennessee colonial home on the Mississippi—there’s a screen porch, vintage chandeliers saved from the 1914 Neiman Marcus fire and deer heads on the wall. (Feel free to wear seersucker.)
If you’re dining with, say, a leggy fried-food enthusiast, get comfortable in the tufted banquette by the porch windows with some moonshine punch, cornbread muffins and chili fried oysters.
But if you’re here with a whole gang of fried-food fans, request the parlor room. There, you’ll down chicken-fried steak in a room with wood-paneled walls, a fireplace and a vintage charcoal couch.
So basically, Mark Twain’s man cave.
We’ll go first.
There’s a magical new den of fried chicken from an alum of The Next Food Network Star, and it opens Monday.
And that’s it. That’s the game. (You won, by the way.)
Also: say hello to Sissy’s Southern Kitchen & Bar, a new comfort food spot in the old Hector’s space on Henderson.
The last time you saw Lisa Garza (aka Sissy), she was battling for her own show on the Food Network. The next time you’ll see Lisa, she’ll be strategically placing your buttermilk-soaked fried chicken on some fine china. (Here’s to happy endings.)
One thing you might have noticed about Lisa—she’s from Memphis. Which means this place feels like you walked into her West Tennessee colonial home on the Mississippi—there’s a screen porch, vintage chandeliers saved from the 1914 Neiman Marcus fire and deer heads on the wall. (Feel free to wear seersucker.)
If you’re dining with, say, a leggy fried-food enthusiast, get comfortable in the tufted banquette by the porch windows with some moonshine punch, cornbread muffins and chili fried oysters.
But if you’re here with a whole gang of fried-food fans, request the parlor room. There, you’ll down chicken-fried steak in a room with wood-paneled walls, a fireplace and a vintage charcoal couch.
So basically, Mark Twain’s man cave.