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Soul Night

1112I feel good, I knew that I would now..., screams the Godfather of Soul, James Brown.

Music and soul food was the point of the night...another heartfelt offering to we, who have found ourselves, less than whole, victims of circumstance, ripped from our lives...such as we were...into such as we are. A night to forget our unfortunate circumstance, and remember who we once were...through music and food.

We entered a roomful of musical notes, literally and figuratively, hanging from the ceiling and filling the air, spilling out of music videos. Familiar and new friendly faces greeted us, making certain each and every one of us was well-situated and comfortable, presenting us with printed menus.

Like a well-appointed restaurant, with a well-paid wait staff, it's easy to forget that most are volunteers with hearts of gold. They could be home watching Game of Thrones or going on their own night out, instead, they chose to be here at Bailey Boushay House, making our night "out" special. For that, I am so grateful. As Aretha so eloquently sings, R-E-S-P-E-C-T.

We, my husband and myself, approached our fourtop, clad in gleaming white table linen, a sunny-yellow crysanthemum in a bottle, atop a long-playing record album. Cloth napkins and a classy menu are offered, as well as a beverage choice. Red, red wine was not offered, however, Sweet Tea was and I, silently, cursed my inability to take fluids by mouth. I heard that it was wonderful.

Next, came Gumbo and Potato Salad, but the names do the actual soup and salad course an injustice. Though the gumbo was mild in flavor, to satisfy the palates of the many, it was very good. Next time, I shall smuggle in either Tabasco or Frank's Red Hot, 'cuz I put that shit on everything!

Seriously, the potato salad was the creamiest and most delicately flavored my palate has ever savored! I heard it through the grapevine, Chef Daniel, in his signature fedora, Introduced his new soos chef, Marco. At the same time, Chef would only reveal using Yukon Gold potatoes and Dijon mustard in the salad but I swear that heavy cream has got to be in there!!! It is just so creamy.

A B C, easy as 1 2 3, Entree choices were Deep-Fried Macaroni and Cheese, Barbecue Beef Ribs, and Fried Catfish. Let me just say the catfish was "slap yo Mama" moist and delicious! I could live on the catfish and potato salad!!! Side dishes of Black-eyed Peas and Braised Greens. (Personally, I think they are an acquired taste.)

Chef Daniel, personally, served up the dessert of Peach Cobbler and Vanilla Ice Cream, that evoked the
essence of I Feel Good! 

As always, the team at Bailey Boushay House, pulled off another successful "night out", and this one, had soul! 

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