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Reading the Menu | Old Lady Gang Southern Cuisine

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So after many brunches and unlimited mimosas at different restaurants, I finally decided to head on down to Old Lady Gang Southern Cuisine. I was nervous because a lot was riding on this. I wanted my review to be authentic and unbiased as possible. So I gathered up my coins and the courage to walk in. Y’all know people love to kick me out…. but that’s another story.

After getting my wig touched up I pooched on down Peter Street, a well-known area in Atlanta full of booming black businesses and restaurants. Old Lady Gang Southern Cuisine’s building stood out. The brick gave me vintage teas. Knowing how Kandi loves to save some coin I wondered did she pick it because it was cheap. Who could blame her either way, the building had a little spunk to it.

I pulled up ready for VIP and stomach on E! I was instructed by someone to park in the back of the restaurant and the cost was $5. I didn’t have cash but he whipped out a reader to take my credit card. I gave it to him and parked in a secured lot in the back. Walking up I wasn’t sure if I was supposed to come in through the back or go back to the front so I came in from downstairs where I saw a bartender prepping for the day. I was confused and was ready for him to address me as I stood there in confusion. I asked, “Hey where do I go?” He answered, “Just go up there stairs and head to the host stand.” He didn’t sound annoyed or anything it just wasn’t inviting. It made me think of when you go to cheaper restaurants where they do the corny welcome from all of the staff when they hear the bell ring as a new customer walks in. I didn’t get this today but nonetheless, I proceeded to head upstairs.

I think when you eat at Old Lady Gang Southern Cuisine you're paying for Kandi's brand. Click To Tweet

A host greeted me and made me feel welcomed. She told me my server would be Dominique and I sat in the front area across from the bar. One of the TVs was on Bravo and the others were on a mixture of sports and CNN. I saw one of my favorite aunties who takes no shit. “I’ll be damned.” Aunt Bertha herself as she sat in front of the window ready for her photo shoot with any guest that wanted to take a picture. I was just thankful she didn’t Sheree Whitfield me out of $5, but I did pay $5 for parking lol.

Dominique greeted me immediately as she was working with other customers. This is how you do it. Whenever you make eye contact with a customer you speak. I asked her what drinks she recommends and that this was my first time here. She introduced me to Momma’s Joyce Fruit Punch and said that the Fried Devil Eggs was a top seller. I was sold!

The Fried Devil Eggs were everything and more. The taste of the brown sugar next to crispy bacon would make Wilbur & Charlotte smile. The texture of egg being fried just right melted and was quite filling. I’m a big guy and I like to eat. I normally don’t get too full off of an appetizer but I felt it coming so I saved 2 or 3 for later. I had to remember I came to here to enjoy the food not too get full off of one appetizer.

Looking at the menu I saw that it was a little limited. Some of the things I saw online weren’t available. Not sure if this was because I had a lunch menu or what. The server recommended ‘Aunt Bertha’s Fried Chicken’. Aunt Bertha was in the front so I was hoping she had fried some good eats for us this evening… Bish I thought!

 

Ms. Chicken came out and it didn’t meet my requirements. The wing gave me KFC and the breast gave me Popeyes crisp with no seasoning. I was confused. The macaroni & cheese had the right amount and cheese. the collard greens were on point. The presentation of my entree should have been a little bit more considering the price. There was not a garnish in sight. Honestly. I felt like I had paid to eat Picadilly’s at a bar. And not the good one but the one that’s ok but no one goes to unless absolutely necessary.

I felt like I had paid to eat Picadilly's at a bar. And not the good one but the one that's ok but no one goes to unless absolutely necessary. #OldLadyGang Click To Tweet

My total check came out to $40 something. This was for one person. 1 drink, 1 appetizer and 1 entree. This was not including the tip. Was it worth $40? I don’t think so. I think when you eat at Old Lady Gang Southern Cuisine you’re paying for Kandi’s brand. This is Kandi’s restaurant and there is a chance you might see your favorite housewife.

A few reasons you may want to pooch on through to OLG…

  • You may bump into one of your favorite housewives.
  • The servers were ON POINT!
  • The Fried Deviled Eggs were a perfect spin on the southern family cookout favorite.

Why you may just want to save your coins and eat elsewhere…

  • $5 Parking!!!
  • The presentation left me on read.
  • Fried chicken with NO seasoning! Where is Minnie?

Have you eaten at Old Lady Gang Southern Cuisine? Let us know what you thought about it.

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Alexandra Shipp Doesn’t Understand Colorism and It Shows

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Alexandra Shipp is suffering from the same light-skin plight that Tinashe claimed stifled her career two years ago. Oh well…

After hearing that KiKi Layne was in talks to step into her queendom as Storm, Alexandra Shipp wasted no time chiming in on Twitter. Her hot garbage take has since sparked yet another conversation about colorism in Hollywood. Alexandra stated, in so many words, that Black people aren’t supporting her because of her skin tone. Proving she, like so many, does not understand colorism as a system of oppression, Alexandra makes it clear there’s still work to be done.

You see, Alexandra, no one is attacking you for having light skin. They’re simply expressing joy over the much-anticipated portrayal of Storm as she was intended — a dark-skin, beautiful Black woman. This was a monumental opportunity for you to offer praise. Instead, you chose self-pity because a skilled actress is taking a role you aren’t entitled to. Let’s look at receipts, shall we?

KiKi Layne has been nominated for:

  • The Alliance of Women Film Journalists Award for Best Breakthrough Performance
  • The Gotham Independent Film Award for Breakthrough Actor
  • The Washington D.C. Area Film Critics Association Award for Best Ensemble.

You, Alexandra, have been nominated for a Teen Choice Award and a Nickelodeon Kids’ Choice Award.

Because you, and others who look like you, have not had to search for representation to feel included, you may not know how to respond to this. I get it, You think you worked hard, earned that role, did it justice. Sorry, baby, but you thought wrong. The one-time wife of T’Challa deserves to be a dark-skin queen and there’s nothing you should do about it.

It’s bigger than you.

For two decades, we have waited for the mantle of Storm to be assumed by a woman who truly looks like her. For once, little Black children who share that skin-tone would feel seen as they look upon their favorite superhero. Imagine children looking at Storm the way they knew her and the way they thought they could be; strong, beautiful, dark-skinned, and more talented than you.

Furthermore, your conflict with the change in the cast should not be conflated with other pressing issues. Don’t weaponize Black Lives Matter to represent losing a job because you’re talentless. Where is your grace, queen? You’ve been coasting on mediocrity in an industry that has made you proud of your light-skin privilege. Now that dark-skin is profitable, the industry is accepting of some actresses with melanin more popping than yours, and you want to play the victim? Ms. “90 percent of the racism I’ve experienced in my lifetime has been at the hands of fellow Black people.”

Girl, bye.

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Protests Ensue Over Death of Jameek Lowery

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Jameek Lowery streamed his final moments as he sought assistance from officers in a Paterson, New Jersey station. Having passed in police custody, community members and family want answers.

Scared and Alone

Jameek Lowery was disoriented, foaming at the mouth, and shoeless. Asking for water and visibly unsettled, 27-year-old Jameek admitted he’d taken ecstasy just moments earlier. Hoping officers would help him find proper care, Jameek trusted them with his life.

Police say they called an ambulance and accompanied him to St. Joseph’s Hospital, but what happened during transport is unclear. The Passaic County Prosecutor claims although hospital records do not indicate acute trauma, Jameek suffered physical force and compliance holds during the ride. While transport took between five and twelve minutes, the prosecutor alleges that Jameek was unresponsive upon arrival. Jamir King, Jameek’s brother, says Lowery suffered a fractured eye socket and broken cheekbone after the recording.

We want answers now!

Paterson Police Director Jerry Speziale maintains everything that could be done to help Jameek was.

 “They will do the autopsy, everything will come up and then we’ll know where we stand, and the answers will be given to you. I want you to have those answers. Right or wrong, I want you to have those answers.”

Jerry Speziale, Paterson Police Director

Unhappy with what Paterson Police have provided since Jameek’s death Saturday, protests have ensued. Hawk Newsome of Black Lives Matter attended the Tuesday night protest, providing his support to the family and commenting on what he knew so far.

“He was extremely paranoid, he was terrified, and he had no shoes on. What I did notice was his face looked good and within a few hours he was dead.”

Hank Newsome, Black Lives Matter of Greater New York

City Council members were also present during the protests, providing comfort to the family as they begged for answers. Lowery’s sister Jamilia Laurie said, “My heart hurts, I can’t explain how I feel because I don’t know how I feel. I can’t go to sleep at night. I’ve been up since this happened. I cannot sleep.”

Justice for Jameek

Late into the evening, things came to a head as protestors clashed with police on the street, spilling out of City Hall where the rally took place. Holding cell phones to record the officers, police lined up on the other side, equipped with mace. People began chanting “Justice for Jameek,” “Black Lives Matter”, and “No justice, no peace”. Police fired upon the crowd with mace and a large crowd was seen fleeing the Paterson Public Safety Complex building, shielding their faces and coughing.

Wana Fulcher, a protestor on the scene commented on the frightening state of police relations in Paterson.

“I have four sons myself and this is very scary. Your child can’t even walk down to the store without being harassed by an officer. Who can we run to?”

Wana Fulcher, protestor

Community leaders and Paterson Mayor Andre Sayegh are supporting the investigation into what happened to Jameek. Several news outlets have attempted to reach Paterson Police Director Jerry Speziale for further comment with no success.

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On the Subject of R. Kelly

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I was 14 years old when R. Kelly was indicted on 21 counts of child pornography. It was 2002. TP-2 had been out for a while and everyone was vibing to “Fiesta” and “Feelin’ On Yo Booty”. He was preparing to perform at the opening ceremony for the Winter Olympics in Salt Lake City when the story broke. A videotape had surfaced, allegedly showing R. Kelly urinating on an underage girl. The Black community was silent.

I overheard my adult cousins discuss the tape at family gatherings. Everyone that had seen it seemed to agree. Without a shadow of a doubt, they all knew they were watching Robert Kelly, the pied piper of R&B. Yet there was no outrage, no public outcry or demands for justice. It was sickening. At the time, I lived in Detroit, Michigan, home to DSA. DSA was known as The Detroit High School for the Fine and Performing Arts, but it was famous for birthing the princess of R&B, Aaliyah Dana Haughton.

Buried

When Aaliyah married R. Kelly in 1994 in that secret ceremony with forged documents, Detroit knew. When conversation surrounding the nature of their artist-protégé relationship was questioned, Detroit knew. In televised interviews and radio segments when their voices and body language could be dissected, the truth was bare and as a community we denied it. For the second time, I watched a city turn a blind eye to R. Kelly’s predatory behavior for the love of his music. For what? Because it was more difficult to hold one man accountable for his hebephilia than sacrifice music to bump to? We collectively did ourselves a disservice, the same disservice we do to little Black girls and boys who are preyed on by family and religious figures.

Ignoring the presence of sexual deviance in the Black community does not make the trauma survivors battle daily disappear. I couldn’t understand why people made excuses for rapists or held victims accountable for their pain. “Just separate the art from the artist.” How? Why? The artist is using his status and artistry to directly engage, lure, and abuse Black girls. R. Kelly isn’t the only person to do this. Many celebs have used the promise of fame for sexual favors. Hell, employers use this exact same tactic. In the working environment, people in positions of power will dangle promotion and incentive to bargain sexual favors and people excuse it.

Second Chances

As a community, we must demand better. From the moment those 21 counts of child pornography surfaced following the release of the infamous tape, R. Kelly’s career should have been over. But it wasn’t. He went on to release the Chocolate Factory album, selling more than 3 million copies and going platinum. With the help of a delayed trial, he worked diligently, released gospel music to clean his image. By the time he went to trial in 2008, the Black community had two-stepped his depravity out of their memory. He was found not guilty.

People use twisted language like “Those girls were fast. Where were their parents?” Working long hours to clothe and feed that child. No parent is in all places at all times so save that bullsh*t. Such rhetoric does absolutely nothing to absolve sexual predators of the reality that they took advantage of naive adolescents or starry-eyed adults. Just call it what it is. Or are you afraid that acknowledging his deviance means calling out the same evil in those around you?

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