Food Porn Friday - Peaches

I like southern food, but I had a really bad run in with grits when I was a kid. The woman who babysat me would make them, and I would refuse to eat them. Grits were like tasteless mush to me. I swore them off for years until probably a few years ago. I don't think we really have a Caribbean equivalent (others who may know this, feel free to check me on that).

I finally had a chance to go to Peaches, a restaurant in the Bedford-Stuyvesant neighborhood of Brooklyn. Bed-Stuy (as it's called here) is changing very rapidly. It's definitely not the same Bed-Stuy that the Notorious B.I.G. once mentioned in his songs. I think it bodes well for the neighborhood, but change can be hard, too. That's for another post.

If you are looking for a laid back southern jazz brunch, please come here. The band was great albeit a little loud for such a small space. It was still a nice atmosphere (Jazz for free? Thank you!), and I loved my dish.

Grits & Blackened Catfish

with spicy tomato salsa

I've said before that I'm not a southern food aficionado, but these grits were goooood. Silky and buttery. The catfish was seasoned wonderfully (I don't care if it's a bottom feeder). Even though I had overcome it before, I have definitely been cured of my grits phobia. :)

Happy Weekend!

Peaches

393 Lewis Avenue

Brooklyn, New York