As someone Louisiana born and reared, it peaks my curiosity when restaurants outside of Louisiana claim Creole and Cajun fare, so I had to give the place a try before heading back to Atlanta. The live musicians and bar at the entrance gave the place an energetic vibe. We were seated in comfortable booths toward the back, which was just fine because it offered us a bit of privacy.

I chose a shrimp and crawfish pasta (dish reminded me of mac and cheese with seafood but was well seasoned and flavorful), crawfish "gumbo," and the seafood dip and chips as an appetizer. My littlest one had the Lil' Shrimp Basket which she said was like most restaurant shrimp baskets she'd had, with the exception of the shrimp being a little better than most. My oldest had red beans and rice, which she described as being a bit dry and not too reminiscent of home but satisfying, nonetheless. According to her, the sausage helped the dish substantially.

The seafood dip and chips weren't worth the price. The menu described the chips as seasoned, but I tasted none. The only flavor was the dip, which began to taste weird after a few chips. Or maybe it was the chips.

My "gumbo" which contained NO roux and seemed to be more of a clear, gelled substance, arrived with scorched crawfish set on top of a bed of rice (see photos). If presentation reflected taste, this would have been everything, but it didn't and it wasn't.

I informed the waitress that the crawfish were all burnt and pointed them out on my plate. She said she'd remove the dish from the check, but when the check arrived, it was still there. Twice I brought this to her attention. She finally came back to inform me that on an almost $70 check, the owner wasn't willing to remove the item because I hadn't said anything earlier, when I had, and it was evident from the burnt crawfish on the saucer.

I requested she bring this to his attention. He offered a manager's discount, which was half of the cost of the "gumbo" that's not really gumbo. Not in the mood to argue a few more dollars and figuring the best arguments are had by making better future decisions on where I spend money, I decided to let it go. Paid the check, gave her a nice tip because she deserved it for the attentive service she offered, and we were out.

Up until the check incident, I wanted to recommend the place, not because the food reminded me of home, but because it could be defined as decent Georgia fare with a twist and the live music was a nice touch.