High Hat Cafe was "So, it's snobbish Southern food?' Was I being hastily judgemental? Did I "get out my conclusions mat" as my loving boyfriend loved to quote from that cult classic film, Office Space?
Last week, my friend Dani and I went to give High Hat a try. Street construction on Freret right in front of the restaurant made me wonder if they were open, but owner Chip Apperson was ready to greet us right as we walked up to the door. Tile floors, diner tables and high wooden booth seats made it feel like a classic neighborhood seafood joint, only before long use by adoring customers stickied the counter-tops and unstabilized tables.
Don't ask why, but while I was dutifully sucking down the city's water supply to avoid unnecessary sugar, Dani got to try some of the house made ginger ale which she deemed delicious. I will definitely need to return under more normal circumstances so I can taste their fresh lemonades and Abita Root Beer Floats.
Our catfish platters arrived while trying to keep Posie from eating the remaining shrimp heads. I found it strange that the difference between a "large" catfish plate and a "small" catfish plate was only one piece of catfish...don't you? I mean, shouldn't it at least be two or heck, even three more pieces? Go ahead and charge more, but if I'm going to order a large...
Regardless of my picky pet-peeves, the catfish plates, both large and small, were delicious. Thick fingers of catfish were fried perfectly in a cornmeal/corn flour coating, making them wonderfully crispy and clean, without any greasiness at all. Accompanying the catfish were several hush puppies that Dani said "tasted like they could have come out of her Grandma's kitchen", cool coleslaw and a pile of French fries. I switched out my fries for a taste of their chunky Sweet Potato Salad and was not disappointed.