Much like the witnesses of the Lazarus story of old, I have witnessed the resurrection of Bama Bistro. And much like the believers who are able to read the account of the miraculous events from the Good Book, you, my dear blog reader, are able to receive the Good News about a the little local restaurant that could. But wait, I am getting ahead of myself.
In the beginning, a man created a restaurant. It was a modest establishment, trying to serve the good people of the Gump a good meal while they waste their lives away working for The Man Downtown. I had heard tale of such a place but, sadly, it was only in the past tense. Upon my first encounter with this restaurant, which shall be called Bama Bistro, I saw nothing but a locked door and, behind the smoggy glass windows, chairs stacked up on tables and a pile of unpaid bills that had been shoved under the door by a disgruntled worker for the U.S. government who is oblivious to the fact that this place is obviously CLOSED and those bills ain’t gettin’ paid.
But fear not, my child, for this story is about faith and hope. For, on one fateful day, I received word from a reliable LITG tipster that Bama Bistro had reopened.
And it was so.
I asked for mercy and forgiveness; how could I, calling myself a Gumpian, deny patronage to a local eatery right in the heart of downtown and owned by a simple man just trying to get by in this transitory life? Perhaps he had only needed one more customer, and those bills could have been paid. Alas, I seized on the second chance that I had been given. For if not me, who? And if not now, when? And so, with great thanksgiving, I accepted the first bequest that I received to visit this establishment and congratulate the owner on his resurrection.
And it was good.
I partook of the jerk chicken sandwich. Tasty, with a little kick to it. I wept. Yet it was not too spicy, like how sometimes Indian food makes my head itch. The surroundings were humble; a rather narrow space but enough tables and chairs for the modest crowd. I believe that the location was formerly Boomer T’s. I heard gospel music from the portable radio set on the counter. The service was friendly and there was a slight glow about the place, almost like a halo.
My companion had the chicken tetrazzini, affectionately referred to as the “chicken tet” at Bama Bistro:
My friends, I can testify that I personally witnessed that dish be devoured within minutes. There is no better compliment to a good meal than fast consumption.
I did not try the daily specials, but I would fully expect them to be strong in caliber. They are certainly set at a fair price:
And so, to you unbelievers, I ask that you renew your faith. Visit the Bama Bistro and you will not be disappointed. Seek, and ye shall find. Knock, and the door shall be opened. But if it does not open, and instead you find nothing but a pile of unpaid bills, you will only have yourselves to blame. And I will wash my hands of you.
Posted originally on http://www.lunchinthegump.com/
In the beginning, a man created a restaurant. It was a modest establishment, trying to serve the good people of the Gump a good meal while they waste their lives away working for The Man Downtown. I had heard tale of such a place but, sadly, it was only in the past tense. Upon my first encounter with this restaurant, which shall be called Bama Bistro, I saw nothing but a locked door and, behind the smoggy glass windows, chairs stacked up on tables and a pile of unpaid bills that had been shoved under the door by a disgruntled worker for the U.S. government who is oblivious to the fact that this place is obviously CLOSED and those bills ain’t gettin’ paid.
But fear not, my child, for this story is about faith and hope. For, on one fateful day, I received word from a reliable LITG tipster that Bama Bistro had reopened.
And it was so.
I asked for mercy and forgiveness; how could I, calling myself a Gumpian, deny patronage to a local eatery right in the heart of downtown and owned by a simple man just trying to get by in this transitory life? Perhaps he had only needed one more customer, and those bills could have been paid. Alas, I seized on the second chance that I had been given. For if not me, who? And if not now, when? And so, with great thanksgiving, I accepted the first bequest that I received to visit this establishment and congratulate the owner on his resurrection.
And it was good.
I partook of the jerk chicken sandwich. Tasty, with a little kick to it. I wept. Yet it was not too spicy, like how sometimes Indian food makes my head itch. The surroundings were humble; a rather narrow space but enough tables and chairs for the modest crowd. I believe that the location was formerly Boomer T’s. I heard gospel music from the portable radio set on the counter. The service was friendly and there was a slight glow about the place, almost like a halo.
My companion had the chicken tetrazzini, affectionately referred to as the “chicken tet” at Bama Bistro:
My friends, I can testify that I personally witnessed that dish be devoured within minutes. There is no better compliment to a good meal than fast consumption.
I did not try the daily specials, but I would fully expect them to be strong in caliber. They are certainly set at a fair price:
And so, to you unbelievers, I ask that you renew your faith. Visit the Bama Bistro and you will not be disappointed. Seek, and ye shall find. Knock, and the door shall be opened. But if it does not open, and instead you find nothing but a pile of unpaid bills, you will only have yourselves to blame. And I will wash my hands of you.
Posted originally on http://www.lunchinthegump.com/
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