Voodoo Queen Daiquiri Dive — Restaurant in Houston

I'll just start off with DAMN I never had as much appreciation for a hush puppy as I do now, after sucking down a freezing cold, banana daq called the BENZ (the name is justified), shivering head to toe from its presence in my body, the food couldn't have arrived at a more perfect time. Steaming hot hush puppy pulled into two pieces now in my hands, one bite down and my body is thanking me. Other half, this one I can enjoy as the perfectly fried outside crunches in and mixes with the soft and sweet delicious middle, the warmth that these seem to hold and not let go ingested with the flavors of a Louisiana cornbread ball from heaven. Swallowing it down, my stomach was in voodoo heaven. Then the chicken sandwich... It probably ruined every other chicken sandwich in the world for me. The juicy meat with the cornmeal fried just right, only hanging on enough until you bite into it, flakes off in Chunks as you eat it, the toppings were perfect for it and it was a perfectly sized portion. I ordered another BENZ (limited to 2) but realized half way through that I am not as resilient to the effects of alcohol as I once was and am now leaving my vehicle behind and taking rideshare. Drinks are BEAST. Food was amazing to say the LEAST. And now my Uber driver is there hanging onto that chicken sandwich like it's his only child and calling another Uber to come for him (I hope). Very satisfied. My only complaint: this is TEXAS, and sure you're theme came from our neighbors a few hrs down the road. But in TEXAS we carry pocket knives as tools and if I gotta walk all the way back to the truck to put a tiny box cutter up on monday night, i'm likely not walking back. Just saying .. Luckily I felt compelled anyway and got to enjoy...

So this is a review of the NEW Voodoo Queen. The last one had a unique, divey atmosphere I 100% approved of. Why they felt the need to change it, I have no idea.

And why they felt the need to COMPLETELY RIP OFF THE MANGO MANGO DAIQUIRI SHOP IN NEW ORLEANS I also have no idea. I lived in New Orleans and worked on Bourbon Street (including at the daiquiri shop they are formulaicly plagiarizing) for five years and walked by this daiquiri shop basically EVERY day. The fact the owner of Voodoo Queen would choose to copy the one daiquiri shop New Orleans locals see as the complete embodiment of a bourbon-gone-corporate tourist trap (trust me, it is hated by locals more than ANYWHERE on Bourbon) is the most flagrant display of ignorance I’ve seen in a LONG time. Did he even realize Mango Mango was a tourist trap when he went there?!

So yeah, I’m gonna list all of the things literally plagiarized from Mango Mango:

the “frozen” signs the fish tank (yeah I know they had one before but still) aqua colored walls lighting that resembles a convenient store instead of a bar little plastic shooter things that you can add to daiquiris general ironic 80s theme reggae music exact placement of television screens

The only thing they have that Mango Mango doesn’t is a pool table, air hockey table, and their daqs taste better (I looked for recipe rip offs and didn’t find one, surprisingly).

So yeah, two stars because air hockey is cool and the daqs taste better.

BUT SRSLY PAINT THE WALLS PURPLE OR SOMETHING! Change...

I was greeted with the most obnoxious server I ever encountered in my 39 years. She was very racist. She was yelling at me taking my order. This is my first time here I will ask her what she recommend. She was very short with me gave me a lot of attitude. I told her I was gonna wait outside for my food because my dog was in the car. She yelling at me saying I can’t bring my dog in when I never said anything about bringing a dog in. Just let her know I want to sit outside on the patio. She continue to try to argue with me and I told her with a smile hey, I’m not argumentative just cause I’m a black woman don’t give me attitude. She was very rude. I told her I wanted it no lettuce or no tomato on my pro boy I want it on the side with extra house sauce. The sandwich was so dry so soggy The chicken was big and dry. I spent $18 on the poor boy that I didn’t even eat. It’s still in the living room on the counter and after the way she yelled and talk to me. I didn’t even want my food anymore, but I didn’t wanna return it because I’m not that type of person I work hard for my money And I feel like just because I’m black I should not be treated differently or judged. I don’t have an attitude. I’m not angry and I don’t yell and I don’t appreciate being yelled at. It wasn’t even no music plan like that for her to be yelling over the music yelling at me. I asked her about the drinks the different flavors of the daiquiri she was very rude. She didn’t even wanna tell me about the flavors And the daiquiris...