Kentucky Punch and Tipsy Palmer
(Why yes, that is a chicken lamp in the background)
Southern Food. Your grandma has been making it for years but apparently it’s just now becoming popular. Sissy’s Southern Kitchen knows this. And boy are they capitalizing on it.
You’ve probably driven by Sissy’s on Henderson; you just haven’t noticed it because you were too busy staring at the horrendous valet line and trying to dodge the people who suddenly forget all driving common sense when they see a valet line. I’m not joking when I tell you The Sissy’s valet line is beyond bad; it’s like Private Social valet line bad.
Luckily, the valet line is the only bad thing about Sissy’s. From the bright yellow door to the church-like entrance, everything about this place makes you want to live in it. I mean, the entire side of the restaurant is a screened-in porch. Just writing about it is making me go weak in the knees.
To top off the cutesy décor, all the hostesses (Is that the PC term for people who seat you? I don’t even know.) wear charming little aprons. They remind me of the cute aprons at Anthropologie that I can never buy because they are $60. I’m sorry, $60 is just too much for something that is basically a wearable napkin.
Enough about that, let’s get to the edibles. Their drinks come in mason jars, so they automatically taste better. They also have a plethora of tea-infused punches. No, not like your mom’s sun tea. More like, your drunk family member’s tea. Meaning there’s alcohol in it. Sissy’s southern libations include things like the Moonshine Punch (Original Moonshine whiskey, lemon, orange, grenadine and blackberries). Is your mouth watering yet?
The food. Oh the food. We started with the chili fried oysters, and let me just tell you, my life will never be the same. I always use the “this is good for Texas” scale to measure the delish-ness of seafood. But these oysters were good even for the gulf. Simply amazing. Then we got beef short ribs and shrimp and grits. I like shrimp and grits so much that I’ll enjoy even crappy ones. The short ribs melted in my mouth. Sorry, memory of the food is getting blurry at this point due to the steady intake of Tipsy Palmers.
Just go. Whether you like Southern food or not, just go to Sissy’s. They have buckets o’ fried chicken for crying out loud.