Coming back from an appointment, I was looking forward to an early supper at DeBreaux. We got a table; I was anticipating, but I noticed my husband's body language, and knew it was not for him.
Sure, there isn't any air conditioning. Sure, the tables rock a tad. Sure, the menu is very limited, but everything on it is soul satisfying. Sure, it takes a long time for your food to come, because all entrees are cooked from scratch. On top of all that, this place is tiny, and most folks have to wait for a table.
Probably the best fried chicken in Philly, best Southern style veggies bar none, real homemade deserts; a most authentic experience; the antithesis of fast, plastic food.
Oh well, I have a friend who is eager to go. And, her expectations match mine. ((Located in the Overbrook SEPTA station, off City LIne, at 63rd St.))