I wanted Jestine's to be good, like ridiculously good. Plus, it has a great story of the recipes handed down through generations in addition to Mrs. Jestine Mathews living to 112. One hundred twelve! I wanted the long, scorching hot line to be worth the wait; but I was disappointed and as many people have stated before me, it is a tourist trap.
A cool cucumber salad was served as soon as we sat down and it actually was refreshing. The cornbread served on a plate of honey and hot butter was bland (the real kernels didn't make a difference).
The pecan-crusted fried chicken had zero inkling of pecan, or salt for that matter, however, they do serve up half a chicken. The green beans, fried okra and collards were average, but nothing I couldn't get at a local cafeteria in Houston.
The shrimp gumbo was decent, but was texturally more like a stew with the tomato/shrimp/okra combo being the only resemblance of 'gumbo'.
I'll mention the Coca-Cola chocolate cake, but only order it if you are fancying the feeling of your teeth falling out from sugar.
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Wednesday, June 6, 2012
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