Food,  Memoir,  New Orleans,  Non-fiction,  Restaurant,  Tourist

I finally can say I had the best Eggs Benedict at Jimmy J’s Cafe in New Orleans

I stopped at Jimmy J’s late in the afternoon after attending early morning sessions hosted by New Orleans Entrepreneur Week, that’s another blog, but I had cravings for Eggs Benedict and I couldn’t think of my fave stop that offers it. I knew Jimmy J’s offerings would cure my tastes buds but I was in for a surprise.

Jimmy J’s is a small fun hip cafe like spot that serves breakfast all day. There’s a full bar located steps away from Canal St, sitting on Chartres St in New Orleans with reasonable prices that locals such as myself can afford. There’s a total of 8 tables with 6 of them to sit a party of 4, but what Jimmy J’s lacks in space, they make up for it with the great hospitality, great art, creative menu, upbeat music and out-going staff. You will know you are sitting in the middle of the French Quarter’s with the vibe within the walls of the tiny restaurant. I never had a chance to look, but a peek to the small kitchen, not sure how they keep all the variety of creative ingredients back there, but it doesn’t look as big as the bathroom there.







Jimmy J’s dishes out Oreo Cookie Pancakes with vanilla glaze and whipped cream that are big as the plate, my kids loved them, plus they were happy the cookies had crunch to it. I had a few bites and it was pretty tasty.


On any given day you will see menu items of the board that will make you say, hmmm that sound delicious, such as pork chop eggs Benedict, strawberry cheesecake pancakes, New Orleans omelette, Bacon Bloody Mary with a disk of bacon, like how did they do that lol.



As I mentioned yesterday I wanted Eggs Benedict and Jimmy J’s Eggs Benedict has been good enough for me to return often. Yesterday changed that, Chef Rachel prepared what will go down in my belly to be the best Eggs Benedict I have ever eaten. I order the basic Eggs Benedict with lump crab on top. What Chef Rachel prepared me had me leaving her my card and a nice note thanking her for putting her foot all in my food. Hopefully, you all heard of “You put your foot in it” meaning it was more than delicious. I’m not sure if it was the buttered toasted English Muffin, the egg poached just right or the magical satin smooth Hollandaise sauce, all I know is that it was bomb.com. I never eat no more than a forth of the English muffin, always opting for extra sauce on my home fries, but this time I forgot to ask and I was left swiping the muffin and potatoes across the plate attempting the sop up the last drop of it all. Never in my years of eating Eggs Benedict have I been wowed to this extent and thinking of it I never had a chef to butter and toast the English Muffin. I want to know why, it added texture and flavor, I’m thinking, because I do not know what Chef Rachel did to make my palate explode and had me rocking to the sweet sounds of Al Green playing while I ate.


Yes, I had a foodie moment lol.

I highly recommend Jimmy Jr’s to locals and tourist, y’all better hope Chef Rachel is still working there. Everyone who dined while I was there were Wowed as well. There was a table of four young women from California who not only ate breakfast, they ordered beignet fries and banana foster afterwards. Now, you know Chef Rachel was cranking out some serious nastiness out of that tiny kitchen for these model looking young ladies to disregard calories.


Native of New Orleans, who endured 20yrs cruel Minnesota Cold, I decided at 42yrs old it was time to pack up my then 6yr old and come back to my roots. I am all things that would challenge the belief of growing up in New Orleans. I was a 16yr old teen mother of a preterm 2lb baby girl born with a disability. With the help of my mother who had her own struggles. We survived the obstacles laid before us. I'm the proud mother of three children with two failed adoptions, as well as a grandmother of three, two grandsons and a granddaughter. I survived two abusive marriages. I successfully ran a soulfood restaurant and catering company in Minnesota for 12 years. I started creating custom cakes after the murder of my beloved cousin Melvin Paul.  He survived Katrina only to go to Minneapolis six months later to be murdered over a parking spot dispute.  I put my all into my cake business over the years as House of Cakes was started right out of my house in honor of him. I thought by having the big house on the hill, a husband, having a family, foster/adoptive mother at that, being involved in all things that matter, plus having the funds to match would cure me in a sense; but most of it poisoned my heart and soul. I had a broken heart and I felt deep down the only way to repair it was to get back to my roots, my soul, my home,  myself, my New Orleans. I'm here and I'm loving it. Even being in the so called Blighted Area of New Orleans and not having all the financial and material security, I'm happy. I am determined that She, yes New Orleans is a woman is just like me; together we will overcome and will rise from all that tried to kill our spirit. Nothing like starting from the bottom and making your way back up! I'm down in the boot, but I know I have a nice floppy hat awaiting my destiny...

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