At this tiny, quirky spa in the Old Fourth Ward, owner Amy Leavell Bransford prefers gentle, all-organic products like Dr. Hauschka, but won’t hesitate to bring out something stronger for clients who need a serious peel.
No dish captures the genius of Steven Satterfield quite like this unassuming veg plate. Summer finds include lima beans and corn cooked in cream and scented with tarragon, served alongside chunky, crisp fingers of fried okra that snap and crunch like green beans.
The intoxicating aroma of this soul food institution’s signature dish hits you before you’re even halfway to the front door. With a featherlight crust that flakes onto the table and into your lap, and flesh as juicy as potlikker, this chicken is as hallowed as the restaurant itself, which opened in 1947.
A devastating fire seems like an unlikely catalyst for celebration, but this past May, Old Fourth Ward residents debuted Fire in the Fourth, designed to honor the neighborhood’s resilience and celebrate its more recent revitalization from 20th-century blight.
The best steak we tasted all year was this dry-aged, bone-in ribeye weighing in at a heart-stopping 2.2 pounds. Served with a Tempranillo bordelaise sauce, the hunk arrives with a crusty, smoky sear and meat so velvety that it might as well be custard.