Recession or no recession, some people are just plain clueless about running a business. Frankly this place was an embarrassment to Brighton, so I'm glad it folded.Fried chicken as I understand is one of the pinnacles that contributes to the term Soul Food. Twelve years ago a plonker of colossal proportions maliciously suggested that it was Tiger Woods’ staple. That admittedly got me going with my quest for the finest Southern fried chicken I can lay my hands or jaws on. Alas, I can only dream about what the late Austin Leslie’s ultimate version would taste like. I also know that it’s going to be impossible to get the real thing here in Blighty, so desperate measures led me to this wonderful site where one simply drools over the huge list of restaurants and their respective snapshots of chicken dinner. One day I’m going to set off to the States and eat myself silly.
Momma Cherri’s American Soul Food, is a surefire destination joint that was catapulted by ‘effing this and that’. After four hours of setting up turntables (don’t ask it’s boring) I was looking forward to lunch. That partially covered up ‘leasehold for sale’ sign above the shopfront is ever so ominous. For the whole picture of this impressive building you can see Mark’s pic here.
For a restaurant of this ilk, the diners were strangely passive, I supposed the rather uninteresting ambience was accountable.
Fried Chicken main course.
I didn’t need to look at the menu, it was what I came for.
Three drumsticks with creamy white and sweet potato mash, Southern fried gravy, cornbread* and chef’s choice vegetable dish of the day. The chicken wasn’t bad but it wasn’t brilliant either. At least at KFC (yes I know AA and so on), for less than half the price you’re guaranteed a thigh, bit of breast, etc…and dare I say it; taste every bit as good if not better. Couldn’t taste any sweet potatoes in the mash and that gravy made me realised that I’m never going to take the mickey out of Bisto, ever. The chef’s veg…I’m gonna give him or her break now. The whole platter was supposedly a soulful dish but unfortunately it was hijacked by the Dementors.
I decided to pass on the desserts in order to avoid a more vicious appraisal of the place.
I know that some of you might say that it’s unfair that I only had one dish here, but this is Soul Food and the simplistic but defining dish of Southern Fried Chicken failed woefully. I digress.
If only I'd checked earlier and went for IHC’s and Lisa's recommendations of Angel Food Bakery and Bills Produce Store respectively. Live and learn methinks, glad I went back to London.
*Enlighten me if some of you may, is this suppose to taste stale?
2-3 Little East Street
Brighton BN1 1HT