So students, by which I mean myself, I’d recommend checking out Tupelo. It’s a short walk from Annenberg, or you can take the #69 bus. Next time I want fried oysters or New Orleans gumbo, this is where my meager bank account is heading, yo.

For the semi-techfunctioning amongst you, here’s their Twitter.

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very pleased, check out the cool jar-as-water-glass to the left

Ah Hungry Mother, you have won my heart with your soulful Southern cooking. You charmed me with the mini-pins emblazoned with your cardinal logo on the host’s desk, then courted me some more with the jars-as-water-glasses ploy. Sourdough bread and super fresh butter was when I began to fall in love.

Thanks so much, 3 Buck Bites, for providing the gift certificate that made it all possible. By the way, if you say you’re from 3BB, they’ll knock a penny of the price of their 4 dollar starters to make it fit into the price range. A penny off warm beef tongue canape is totally worth it.

pork boudin balls

fried oysters!

Then came the pork boudin balls and the outrageous fried oysters, better than I could have imagined (and how I did imagine), and that was when I knew it was meant to be. The oysters were crunchy and golden on the outside, dredged in cornmeal and fried until crispy-creamy-hot, insides oozing with tastes that spoke faintly of sea and more strongly of bliss. The pork boudin balls were a perfect balance of pig and carb, with a remoulade sauce that jazzed up every bite like a spicy, grown up Thousand Island dressing. Also unforgiveably delicious. My friend and I assiduously ate every last bite of boudin ball and fried oyster, every last delightful cornmeal crumb, even cleaning out the lightly lemony sauce that came with the oysters.

cornmeal catfish

potato-less gnocchi

Then came the cornmeal catfish, a thick slab fried golden brown on top of red beans rice. Also fantastic comfort food. Being Chinese, this was not the kind of food I would associate with home, but generated a similar kind of swaddled, sheltered feeling. The waitstaff was charming and loved food blogs. (Yay!) Marco and I split the catfish and gnocchi, a litle less exciting but also delicious, with a fantastic homemade pancetta thrown in amidst the peas, shoots, and mushrooms. I was not aware, however, that gnocchi could be made without potato – as such, it had no element of chewiness.

For dessert, Marco decided on the honey and buttermilk panna cotta with cornmeal shortbread (that’s three courses with cornmeal of some kind) and elderflower infused caramel sauce. It was stiffer than I was used to in a panna cotta, also didn’t love the shortbread, but did love the caramel sauce and its unexpected floral notes.

It was also not very photogenic, which is why I’ll skip you the pain of looks like a white hockey puck bathed in candlelight.

Overall, a really wonderful experience, and a nice send off to my friend who’s about to ship himself off to Brazil.

While I wouldn’t say the prices are student friendly, with entrees ranging from 18-26, it is definitely within special occasion budget for most students, only a few dollars more expensive than the average Uno’s entree. Totally worth the trek if you’re looking to get out of Harvard Square. That’s my plea for Harvard students to finally leave their dining hall/burrito chain confines. And who doesn’t love fried oysters? They probably don’t like sex, or ice cream, or life.

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