by chris t. on
have eaten here twice and it's pretty good. though, it's the first time i've ever had Ethiopian food, so i don't know how authentic it is, but it was edible and tasty. I like the red velvet wallpaper too. nice vibe.
by Ivan S. on
Disney World is a strange place. Filled with artifice, real places whose charm and idiosyncrasies are captured, encapsulated and magnified formed into three dimensional caricatures. It's a world that wreaks havoc on your sense of place, sense of time until you are so dislocated, you either surrender fully to the escape or remain lost. Now this sounds like a criticism and, in a way, it can be. When done badly, it's laughable. Take any Aussie to an Outback (not the region or the car, but the restaurant) and watch him stand jaws agape, like Mad Max stepping into Bartertown. However, when done well, as our boy Walt has done, then, ok, who am I to argue with millions of international tourists a year? Which brings me to Parish. The space is BEAUTIFUL. It invokes all the right notes of an old Nawlins joint, the distressed floors and walls, the carefully eclectic furnishings the food wrapped in paper. At about a month old, it looks deceivingly, purposefully old. So what would you call a place that's Uptown Nawlins meets Disney meets Martha Stewart? Parish is the word that I used to describe it. Other than the space, the service was well-honed. Our server was pretty well-versed in the menu; I guess having to repeat the chalkboard-only menu to folks out of sightline of it will ingrain this information pretty fast. The only mini-complaint I had was the when the host pulled a chair that I did not want to sit in and didn't pick up on that by moving so I can sit in the chair of my choice. Just let me sit against the wall like I want to. Yes, I'm as particular about my seating as a mob boss. The food was superlative. We tried the crawdad (OK, "crawfish" for you citified folks) and chicken sausage cheesecake--a savory application of everyone's favorite. In the end, it tasted like a meat quiche, but when eaten in conjunction with the salad served adjacent, it was very well-composed. I had the oyster loaf BLT (yes, bacon) which consisted of a grouping of fat fried oysters sandwiched (pun intended) in the middle of a BLT. Remoulade took the place of mayo. Great sandwich, even though I had to eat it with a knife and fork. The accompanying chips, though, could've been better seasoned. (Old Bay would've been a nice choice.) The girl had the BBQ shrimp and a salad. She plainly enjoyed it since I never had a chance to sample any of her food. When we were done, we explored downstairs for a little while. As I said, beautiful space. The open kitchen brings a functional ambiance and also doubles as a walk-up sandwich counter. With the kitchen placed downstairs, I felt for the servers having to hike up and down, avoiding all the customers milling about checking out the coffee shop wares, all the while with arms loaded to bear with plates. Yikes. I hope you guys are tipping them well. So four and half stars for Parish. Another visit or two will determine whether it's earned the five stars yet. So I'll bet back, even if I get seated next to that one statute's junk.