We Birminghammed for a cup of coffee over spring break this year. We ate far better than we expected to. We drove down to something called Perdido Key in Fla. Birmingham was a planned stop to see all of the racist stuff. The church that was bombed, the park, and the Civil Rights Institute. We also spent time at the Sloss Furnace place, and the Mcwane Science Center (if you have kids that age, you MUST, MUST, stop here for few hours.)
Our first mission was to find a snack before hitting the Science Center. There is a food court across the street from the place. Knowing nothing, we walked into the food court. I rethought Alabama as soon as I stepped foot in the door. This was The Pizitz Food Hall, and I was almost blown away. I expected corn dogs and puck burgers, but it was more sushi, Indian, Ethiopian, Israeli, AND, a freekin Biscuit stall, a homemade mini pie stall, and a homemade poundcake stall, and more. After perusing wares, we strapped in for Ethiopian food, in a food court, in Albama, y'all! And guess what? It was damn good. The owner chatted us up a little since the place was empty. He felt us out, and really tried to push us towards one of his lamb dishes, but wife 1.0 is just not into lamb, so we had an extra spicy beef/veggie dish along with a stewed lentil dish with two pieces of injera. (Let me just say right now that I apparently need to resize all of my photos before throwing them in here, and I'm too lazy to do it now.) The gent asked how hot we wanted it to be, and we both said, "Hot!" at the same time, so I think he knew we were not fakers. What we got was stir fried beef strips with lots of red onion, green pepper, and fiery, fresh jalapeno slices. The stewed lentil dish was very mild. The injera was perfectly sour and chewy. We sweated through this beef dish though, and really enjoyed it. The sauce was burnin hot, and tangy. The beef was a bit on the chewy side - my only complaint. As we left, he asked if we liked it. I had a nice bead of sweat rolling down my brow, so I got close enough for him to see it, and pointed it out to him, and said, "this means it was good." He laughed and clapped. I'd go back there ANY time again. This place was called Ghion Cultural Hall.
After getting sizzled, we wanted to try some treats. Sauntered over to the pie lady's stall, and she offered her mini pies for 5 bux a pop, but, if you ordered a 5 pack of pies, it was 20 dollars, so, that was an easy decision. She also wrapped them up all fancy. Each had its own lil box, and then she stacked them up, and wrapped them like a gift with ribbon. We ate the pies later that night, and tbh, more sizzle than steak. BUT...
The Pound Cake Lady. Yeeeaaaaah buddy!
Her stall had little plastic trial cups lined up, for you to try anything. Her "thing" was a mason jar filled with a treat. Like, a single serving of bread pudding, or banana pudding in a mason jar for easy mobility. She had a few different flavors of pound cakes, and bread puddings, like caramel, german chocolate, cherry. As soon as I tried her cookies and cream bread pudding, it was all over. It was a, "listen, dear, I'm getting that cookies and cream bread pudding, and I'm eating it now. Get whatever you'd like, but that bread pudding is happening, and I don't plan on sharing it. you can try it, and you can get anything else you want, but the bread pudding is 100% happening." She knows I mean business when I am that direct. not mean, but I'm just trying to explain that her counting on the whole "sharing is caring mentality" might be problematic. Let me tell you something: that sh!t was good. Standard bread pudding, with some chunks of a chocolate cookie, drizzled with a white chocolate frosting. The frosting was overkill, but there's no way I wouldn't get that thing again. The wife settled in on a banana pudding in a jar. She LOVED it, but I didn't try it. Didn't need to. That bread pudding sated me. All good. again, pictures will come - just too lazy right now. This food hall place was more in the style of Revival than local mall. I'd 100% stop in here again. No question.
After the Mcwane Science center (again, bring your kids here, definitely,) we visited the park with the memorials across the street from the 16th street church. After strolling the park and reading the memorials, we hit The Fishmarket, and it did not disappoint at ALL. It was pretty much like being at Boston Fish Market, and everyone at the table was happy I knew about it. We ate very well, and definitely recommend this joint. It's pretty big, but very well run. Proudly Greek. Pretty much the same deal as Boston Fish Market, but with more side choices, like fried okra, and greens. Standouts were the grilled octopus (plated as one big ol' tentacle for us to hack up ourselves - loved it!)
my 1/2 dozen fried oysters - pretty much counted double digits of them - big and juicy, and fresh, the paella - even though it had no good crispy rice bits, it was WELL flavored with saffron, and...oddly enough, the collard greens and black eyed peas! The collard greens were out of this word. Listen, they were obviously flavored with a fake smoke - I'm going too guess it was a fancy smoke powder, not like a liquid smoke. At first forkful, I thought I was going to be disappointed, but they grew on me big time. I didn't share. I thought I was slick, but the fam brought it up the next day. Someone mentioned me "hogging that side of greens last night." I normally share when things are good - but when they are REALLY good, I keep quiet. My cover was blown. Anyway - fully endorse The Fishmarket. Dead ringer for Boston Fish Market, but with some Alabama twists (again, pictures are coming.)
Day two was a tour of the Sloss Furnace place, and a trial of Alabama BBQ. Saw's BBQ.
This stuff was REAL. The place was about as big as your living room, with 4 or 5 tables stuffed into it. But this stuff was real. I got the sampler, which, mouth watering right now, excuse me. Pulled pork, couple wings, little pulled chicken. This was my first trial of "white sauce" and I am a believer. I thought it was gonna be all nasty and sweet, but their was full of fresh black pepper, and only a hint of sweet, far more savory, and the pepper was very pronounced - loved that stuff. Also of note were the cheese grits. Fam was happy I found this joint - REALLY happy. As good as the chicken with white sauce was - that pulled pork was borderline insane. Really juicy, no sauce, and smokey. Succulent and smokey - best way I could describe it. This place was for real. (pictures coming.)
Birmingham has some real food - TRUST. Way better than I thought it would be.
https://www.sawsbbq.com/http://www.thepizitz.com/food-hallhttp://www.thefishmarket.net/https://www.mcwane.org/
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