Friday night, we were both working late and really not in the mood to cook. On our quest to get to know our neighborhood a little more, we met at a very unsuspecting Creole marketplace and deli. When we walked in, there were 5 tables with plastic tablecloths only adorned by a selection of hot sauces. Beyond the tables was a wall with a banner that read ‘The Wall Of Fire’. The wall was covered with novelty hot sauces. Some that amused B included Dumb Ass, Smart Ass and Rectal Ripper Hot Sauce. There were some sporadic New Orleans inspired decorations including masks, beads, a New Orleans Saints pennant as well as a few old Emeril Lagasse cookbooks on a shelf.
We were greeted by a friendly girl with a Russian accent. We decided to eat-in and took a look at the menu. Po Boys, muffalatto, gumbo, alligator sausage? Definitely not your typical fare in southern California! We decided to try the red beans and rice and the jambalaya. The waitress served our food and reviewed the different hot sauces with us. She was particularly nice. Both were very good, but I liked B’s jambalaya more. Very simple no-nonsense place, glad we gave it a try.
Nesting On A Hill 