Mr. Ed's Seafood & Oyster House, St. Charles

(P.S.A)……This was my second time eating at this location and I’m so glad the experience was way better than the last time. Because last time my whole family came out for my Uncle Deezy’s birthday, and he received his food last while half of us were served and the other half waited on food. My sweet grandma and I tried this location out today after church. Luckily, my church ends before 11:30 a.m, so we beat the busy crowd due to it being the Essence Festival weekend! I ordered the raw oysters 🦪 because I’m on a forever ♾️ diet, and my grandmother ordered the charbroiled. They were slightly under-seasoned and extremely garlicky, but I guess they were looking out for customers with high blood pressure or something. Then we ordered entrees, mine was just an appetizer of crab cakes while my grandma got the seafood platter, which I must say was the icing on the cake! The only thing that bothered me about this location is that the servers always forget to come right back. Honestly, even though last time there were more servers we stilled seemed to wait forever before the server would come back. Plus last time we all were charged gratuity for a horrible experience, late food, a disappointed uncle, and super sassy waitress, which was more concerned about telling all of us her hair was real than serving us and earning her gratuity. I suggest only going if it’s 3 or less people. The wait is long regardless, but you and your few friends/family will all get their food in a timely manner and you won’t get slapped with a huge gratuity included regardless if the service is bad.

The first place we ate when we arrived in NOLA. It was a very appreciated visit and dinner after a long travel day. The crab cake mirliton are highly recommended, complimented by the smothered mac & cheese for a side. They also feature a fine wine selection and a variety of domestic or imported beers. The waitress was sweet and helpful with tips about New Orleans.

Had a yummy dinner. Our party ordered various things and we all thought the food was great. Several of us got hurricanes, and none of us thought they were that good. They tasted mainly like grenadine. Same thing with an old-fashioned that was ordered. It was pretty weak even though an extra shot was ordered with it. Our took great care of us. We would go back. We just wouldn’t order mixed drinks.

Fire in the Window. My novella about Mr. Ed's. Two lovers, hand in hand, walked by the window, headed for the door. They glanced and zeroed in on what's going on behind the glass. That inward glance between reflections of the city street saw brilliant orange flames dancing high. This picture window view, they were witness to a chef artfully grilling oysters. Somehow, they knew. Tonight was going to be memorable. Those two lovers? Yours truly, this one who writes. And my Fav Fab One. Holding the door for my fair lady, we escaped from the summer heat. In the cool, aromatic air within, there, standing before us, a beautiful smile with a matching personality. And, a très chic name. Paris. Paris, in NOLA. Mais oui. We took a short walk. Just Paris and us. We were seated. Gets my vote for Best Seats in the House. Wonderful view just feet away. Walkers. Riders. Cars and Streetcars. All-around great views. To the other side of the front door, stood that chef provoking those tall flames. Name's Leonard. Paris called him over. Paris had seen me taking pictures through the window. Of Leonard. And flames. Grilling oysters. I showed them my pics. We all laughed! I loved them! Our eyes were directed upward, led by the voice of Rochelle L. She was to be our chaperon and guide through all things Mr. Ed's. We stuck with the stack to start. That'd be the Friend Green Tomato Stack. A knife and fork fantasy of the fried variety. Slices of crispy juiciness. A nip of shrimp. All painted with an artful remoulade. Since tomatoes are actually fruit, and this dish is love, I'll call it a Passion Fruit Favor. Fab One did not linger, her finger directing to the Raw Oyster box on the menu. One half dozen, please, Rochelle. Thank You! As I'm finishing off those fried green goodies, I take delight in observing her oyster handling techniques. This ain't her first Oystero. (Rhymes with rodeo, sort of? Doesn't it?) It was time for Rochelle to bring out a bona fide platter of plenty. A trio of fried favorites, the Southern Fried Platter. With this I got a chicken breast, catfish and some shrimp. Wearing a crispy coat of crunchy perfection. A heapin' helping of Jambalaya to round out the plate. With nimble nudging, each fork-full a perfect bite. Each nibble a nod to the Chef's intent. The chef we got to meet. Darrin's his name. The Kitchen Kreator. My date du jour (every jour, actually, LOL) worked her way through a wonderful Bleu Cheese Wedge Salad. A real classic that did not disappoint. Under the guidance of Rochelle, and the insightful oversight of Paris, this night set the mood for a romantic romp. Ahem, a ride on the St. Charles streetcar. To nowhere. And back. That's exactly what we did. Stepping off the streetcar, those two lovers bid goodbye to the night. They strolled casually back to their nearby room. Hand in hand. He. Well, me, kinda felt like Eric Clapton, in that gorgeous love song of his. Wonderful Tonight. And then I tell her, as I turn out the light I say, "My darling, you were wonderful tonight Oh my darling, you were wonderful tonight".... Thank you, Mr. Ed's.