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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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A native of New Orleans, who left her beloved New Orleans to spend twenty years of living in the land of Minnesota Not So Nice. Minnesota was full of opportunities but would learn that the soul of the state and the people who made it was just as icy cold as the temperatures. After the years and my 40th birthday flew by, I decided it was time to pack up my youngest child and come back to my roots, my birthplace the city that not only birthed me but gave me life. I would not be who I am without my New Orleans beginnings. I am all things that would challenge the belief of growing up in New Orleans. I was a 16yr old teen mother of a premature baby born with a severe medical disability. And only With the help of my mother, was it possible for me to BE! I was able to endure and survive the obstacles laid before my child and me. In a city that was built by my family, but did not allow for us to reap the benefits I overcame. Charity Hospital was my second home — a building filled with miracle workers who made it possible for my daughter to have life. I have lived a life of rainy days with peeks of sunshine, that are my children, including those not of my womb. I'm the proud mother of three and a grandmother of three. My dream was to live the life of the nursery rhyme of ”The Old Lady Who lived in a shoe,” and for the most part, I did. I cared for several children over the years as a special needs foster parent. I would learn that my love was not enough for some children, but I loved them through their pain. I'm not sure if I ever had a case of true love or came close to what love looks like on television, but I had my share of men and the mirage of love. I survived two abusive marriages. Though I longed to return to New Orleans on a daily bases, I must admit my move was one of the best decisions made for me. I am a college graduate; I was a successful entrepreneur. I coowned a soul food restaurant and catering company in Minnesota for 12 years. I developed the talent of 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. But with the challenge of creating a simple wedding cake, I was able to find healing. I created the House of Cakes in honor of him. Minnesota life had me pretty materialistic. I worked to the point I do not remember much, but work and handing my children love money. I thought by having the big house on the hill, a husband, having a family, the ultimate provider and being involved in all things that matter, plus having the funds to match would cure me of what I was told was a generational curse of lack of everything from money, love to even self-love. But for the most part, that life poisoned my heart and soul. I was blinded by visions fed to me by the media. I was told I wasn't anything unless I was better than the Jones's. I lived being ok with a broken, bleeding heart. Life like this did not exist in my family while living in New Orleans from what I viewed with my eyes and soul. We may not have had all the things I acquired over the years, but we were happy, we were together. Family outside of New Orleans wasn't family anymore. We lived separate lives and had awkward moments when we bumped into each other in public. I hated living in Minnesota even though life their helped me in so many ways. 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 love 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 just know in my heart that New Orleans will provide for me. There's a bank account with funds in it owed to me by way of back pay for my ancestors. And I will receive my inheritance, and I will continue the traditions and customs of the old to keep the heartbeat of New Orleans beating. I'm down in the boot, living the life that feels right to me awaiting my destiny...

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