7 out of 5 stars. Yes, I said 7…read more
So I went to Mama J's after scoping it out on Yelp, and let me tell you something: Richmond, we may have a problem. I have found the food.
I initially walked into the market next door, which is actually great because there aren't a lot of grocery stores nearby. Then I headed over to Mama J's on a Monday afternoon.
The place was teeming with associates doing all kinds of things, which I actually loved. I was seated quickly and started looking around. It was comfortable and familiar, even though it was my first time there. Then my server greeted me, called me "baby," and suddenly I felt like I had walked into my auntie's house.
Okay. We were off to a good start.
I ordered an Arnold Palmer and some catfish nuggets. Now, I knew I was in the right place when my server brought me TWO glasses of the most perfectly made Arnold Palmer. Two. Glasses.
Start the happy dance.
While I waited for my food, I looked around at the old photographs and magazine covers featuring Mama J's. It all made sense. The restaurant felt familiar because it felt like somebody's dining room. A place that has history. A place where people have been eating, talking, laughing and coming back for years.
Then my catfish nuggets arrived.
HOT. Golden. Crispy.
When I tell you I did a happy dance...
I ate those catfish nuggets with a knife and fork, humming to myself and saying, "This is the best catfish I have eaten in my life."
And mind you, I eat out at least twice a week.
So I ordered the crab cake sandwich with a side of macaroni and cheese. We were not particularly focused on vegetables because my server could not promise me the collards and cabbage weren't cooked with chicken broth. It's fine. I didn't really want my vegetables anyway.
Then my plate arrived. HOT. I ate that macaroni and cheese and literally had to rock, hum and say to myself, "Woo. This food is good."
The crab cake sandwich and fries were so good that I immediately knew some of them were coming home with me for lunch tomorrow. Because I may love food, but I also believe in planning ahead.
Now let's talk about this crab cake.
First, the brioche bun was EXACTLY the right bread. I am not a sliced-white-bread kind of woman. I need a brioche bun sturdy enough for the remoulade to hold onto. And then there was the crab cake. Enunciate that K. Fresh crabmeat.
Maryland could NEVER. I know, I know. Maryland swears they have the best crab cakes. No ma'am. No sir. The best crab cake is sitting on Clay Street, about a mile from the James River, in Jackson Ward, the Harlem of the South.
And the fries? HOT. You know that perfect fry: crispy on the outside, soft in the center? Yeah. Those.
At this point, I was full and getting sleepy at 4 o'clock in the afternoon. But apparently that wasn't enough because I ordered some potato salad to go so I could top off tomorrow's lunch. Because priorities.
I left Mama J's full as a tick.
Came home. And promptly took a several-hour nap. That is how good this meal was. Mama J's, you have officially set the bar.
7 out of 5 stars.
I am going back. And, quite frankly, they are going to get sick of seeing me.
Richmond, if you haven't been to Mama J's, what are you waiting for?