Delta Blues Hot Tamales

1 Reviews on “Delta Blues Hot Tamales”

• Hungry Hungry Hippo

  FoodBServiceFIve never been here before and I love trying new places. I know Delta Blues isnt new, but its new to me, and my Buddy is a fan of tamales, so dinner here seemed like a good idea. Then again, asking Mark Flores out on a date seemed like a good idea and I still havent recovered from the rejection and that was in 2002.I usually go to dinner with my Buddy and my Pal, a married couple, and we get separate checks. Tonight was no exception. Our server, a bespectacled redhead, took our order: the Crossroads Queso with chili appetizer (on my bill) for the table, and the catfish basket for me. The large Crawdaddy tamales platter for my buddy and the tacos plate for my pal. I was going to get some tamales until I read on the menu how super spicy they are. My stomach does not like super spicy. Such things are childs play for my buddy, though. We placed our order with our server, whod already brought out drinks.Five minutes later she came back to the table, I assume to give us a status on the appetizer. Instead she said, Have yall decided what you want?My pal said, We already told you what we want.She flipped through her order pad. Oh yeah. I must have already put it in. She disappeared.A few minutes later the Crossroads Queso came out with super thin tortilla chips. I like my chips thin, versus the think, clunky chips that some places have. The dip was okay. The chili is made with pork sausage and beef. Nothing to rave about, but tasty enough. The food arrived soon after. There was a lot of catfish on my plate, but it was unlike anything Id ever seen. I thought they were hushpuppies at first. They were more like catfish nuggets than filets. They were tasty, but not as crispy as Id hoped theyd be, and a couple of them could have spent another minute in the fryer, but I ate all of them. I asked my buddy how his tamales were. I wish I could taste them, he said. He could handle the spiciness, but there was so much of it, it masked the taste of the tamales. Rather than accentuate them, it overpowered them. His quest for the perfect tamale continues.My pal’s pork taco had the same spicy filling as the tamale. The catfish taco was okay. The sauce on the sausage taco was very tasty, but the sausage itself was just okay. My buddy and pal both liked the sweet potato mash, and the corn tortillas were excellent–soft and warm, nothing like what you find in the grocery store.Our server returned. How are the checks to be split up? Wed already told her, just as wed already placed our order when she came back to ask us if we knew what we wanted to eat. My pal said, I dont smell any booze on her. I said, I guess the servers arent asked to randomly pee in a cup. . . . Im on a ticket by myself, and theyre together. My friends and I continued our conversation, but the server kept standing there. After a minute or so I stopped talking and gave her the fish eye. I said, I feel like youre waiting for me to stop talking.She said, you told me youre on your own check, but I need to know what you guys had to eat.This would be a good time to point out that there were two tables with customers insideours and one more, and the other one was being helped by the other server. To be fair, I dont know how many people were dining on the patio. I said, I had the fish, appetizer, and diet Pepsi. My buddy then reminded her what he and his wife had. Awesome! our server said, and disappeared.Twenty minutes later she still hadnt returned. Whats taking her so long? My pal wondered.She probably forgot where she went, I said.She came back five minutes later . . . with everything on one check. When she came back to collect money I said, This is supposed to be two separate checks.Oh? Okay, Ill split it. How should it be broken down? Who had what?I spelled it out for the THIRD TIME and she disappeared again, finally returning with a correct bill, which we paid. She made one more trip to the table. Hi. Do yall have any questions?I don’t want to be unfair to her. My buddy left his credit card on the table when we left and she chased him down to return it to him (we were halfway up Cobb Lane by then). She is honest and helpful, she just has the world’s worst memory, whether it’s natural or has help, I couldn’t say.

  June 24, 2019, 7:05 am

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