1 /5 M. Ali: Mamie’s in Covington, takeout edition: a masterclass in how to ruin a car ride home.
We didn’t dine in, we grabbed food to go; so there’s no “it cooled on the table” excuse. The “biscuits” were desiccated artifacts from the Museum of Dry Things. Picture a nine-day desert trek, then an overcooked Popeyes biscuit abandoned on a dashboard. Drier than both. The eggs were ice-cold, the cheese barely thinking about melting, and the whole bag felt like it took a detour through Antarctica. Not “to-go,” “to-chill.”
Grits? Passable, if you enjoy your breakfast salted like a February sidewalk. The “salmon” croquettes were H-O-R-R-I-B-L-E tasting. We didn’t get salmon; what we got was a mystery white fish that has never met a salmon in its life. My stomach has been churning like a 1920s butter churn ever since.
We spent $40+ to come home hungry. Four people, zero clean plates, everyone raiding the fridge. I remember the Lithonia days fondly; this isn’t that. If hype has a refund policy, I’d like to file a claim.
Not returning. Heat the food, learn restraint with salt, and if you put “salmon” on the label, let there be salmon!