Why, it was only yesterday you lamented the appalling lack of Lincoln Park Cajun restaurants that know what
to do with an alligator.
...
Yeah, you know where this is headed.
To Epiphany Bistro, a Cajun-spiked little corner joint that has just what you’re looking for and is conveniently open right now.
True to the best Big Easy spots, this is a down-home, nothing-too-fancy kind of place. It’s tiny. It’s got big glass walls, Mardi Gras beads strewn about your table and pictures of jazz greats on the wall. (See what we mean here.)
Take a third date, maybe. Perhaps a group of friends. Make with the étouffée-ordering. Grab some fried chicken or Cajun Gator Bites, which are essentially deep-fried gator poppers.
Oh, and build-your-own gumbo. They have it. You don’t like okra, no okra. You like lots of shrimp, get lots of shrimp. But since you’re at a Cajun spot, maybe just get their version.
And yes, there’s brunch. The kind with fried-green-tomato benedicts and milk punch and hurricanes and Sazeracs and live jazz.
You’ll call it: “the good kind.”
...
Yeah, you know where this is headed.
To Epiphany Bistro, a Cajun-spiked little corner joint that has just what you’re looking for and is conveniently open right now.
True to the best Big Easy spots, this is a down-home, nothing-too-fancy kind of place. It’s tiny. It’s got big glass walls, Mardi Gras beads strewn about your table and pictures of jazz greats on the wall. (See what we mean here.)
Take a third date, maybe. Perhaps a group of friends. Make with the étouffée-ordering. Grab some fried chicken or Cajun Gator Bites, which are essentially deep-fried gator poppers.
Oh, and build-your-own gumbo. They have it. You don’t like okra, no okra. You like lots of shrimp, get lots of shrimp. But since you’re at a Cajun spot, maybe just get their version.
And yes, there’s brunch. The kind with fried-green-tomato benedicts and milk punch and hurricanes and Sazeracs and live jazz.
You’ll call it: “the good kind.”
