I never knew how much just a simple Big Shot soda can would bring back so many memories. There wasn’t a day in New Orleans where you didn’t see a Big Shot cold drink somewhere whether you passed it up in the store, you had some at home, or it may just be a random bottle or can on the street somewhere. At the Deja Vu restaurant in Memphis, I relieved one of those memories. When me and my brother sat down to eat at the restaurant on Florida St., the waitress asked us what would we like to drink and before we could say anything, she quickly said that all we have is Big Shot cold drinks. My brother and I just took a pause and I believe we were in amazement because we haven’t heard of or seen a Big Shot product since we left New Orleans.
Friday was quite possibly the biggest meal I’ve had in Memphis that my mother, father or sister didn’t cook. Chef Gary Williams definitely did not false advertise when he told us it was authentic New Orleans style food, packed full of flavor and just makes you want more and more. I couldn’t get over the fact that there was actually a place in Memphis that served food that I was used to for so long. It brought me back to all those many gatherings at my grandparents’ house, where there was food for plenty and the rule of the house was to not be bashful, if you know what I mean. My family didn’t care about you taking too much. In fact, they encouraged you to take a lot for there was plenty to go around and they always made sure if you came hungry, you left just the opposite. Eating that fried Catfish and that smothered okra and occasionally picking off my brother’s plate to get some of his shrimp etouffee, It brought me to a place of comfortably like I actually felt like just for that 30 minutes to an hour we ate there, I was back in New Orleans for a split second.