Review: Miss Delta

I’ve written before about the time I spent growing up in  Maypearl Texas, but I never mentioned the boiled chicken death march, and my plot to get even.

In the 50’s, dinner in the south was a family, sit-down supper. Grace was said, and whatever was fresh on “old Mr. Jackson’s” farm next door was always added to our table. We didn’t know about the organic or slow food movement; we didn’t need to. Our own beef and tomatoes and Mr. Jackson’s corn; most of the time that is what made up our family meals.

In the winter though, things were different. Grandmother didn’t seem to think beef really worked without fresh vegetables, so she’d cook somewhat less desirable things, occasionally going as low as boiled chicken. Yes, you read that correctly; boiled chicken. It was as bad as it sounds.

At the ranch, supper wasn’t over until everyone had eaten every bit on their plates. We didn’t get to serve ourselves; that was taken care of for us. I was always told I was too thin and would be handed a huge, steaming serving. This was fine when we were eating pork or beef, but when it came to that boiled chicken, well let’s just say I was rather critical of food even back then. There was usually a chocolate cream pie piled high with a glistening meringue teasing us from the counter, so to my mind, time was of the essence.

I finally hit on spitting little pieces of meat into my napkin, and slyly putting them into my pockets when backs were turned. Grandmother often remarked what a “polite little diner” I was, so good about wiping my mouth throughout our meals. This strategy worked really well, until one night, I forgot to empty my pockets, and my fraud was exposed the next laundry day. After that, she’d stand over my shoulder and watch, while I glumly chewed every piece of that damn flavorless chicken. It was like a death march, trying to get it down, urged on by the pie watching over the proceedings. Finally, I did what every eight year old boy would do; I decided to get even.

We had some lakes on the ranch, called “tanks” in Texas. They were full of water moccasins which discouraged fishing, but in an attempt to catch something, I liked to sit up high in the old trees around the edge, and dangle a string with a minnow on the end. The tanks didn’t get fished that much, so more often than not, a big old catfish would take the hook, and before long I’d have them stuck in crevasses all over the tree. It must have been a strange sight.

Grandmother was the happiest, most positive person I ever knew, but she hated it when I brought catfish home. If you’ve never cleaned one before, they are full of bones, and a pain to deal with. She didn’t want to disappoint me, so would always cook up a mess for dinner, muttering to herself as she’d stick her fingers. The more she muttered, the more fish I’d go out and catch, until she finally realized I was doing it so she couldn’t make the boiled chicken. She’d had enough, and consulted old Mr. Jackson. The next time I went over to pick up some beans that had been put up for the winter, he asked me if I’d had problems with the “poisonous tree snakes”. I clearly remember stretching all the way out to my 5’2″ height, tipping back my Sears Roebuck cowboy hat, and saying, “Why Mr. Jackson, I think you’re a pullin’ my leg.” Little Food Dude 1, Grandmother 0.

A few days later she hatched a new plan – she’d cover my catfish with okra. No kid would like that, but she made it too well, fried up in a skillet and mixed with cornmeal, some onions, rough-chopped tomatoes and poured over the fish. It was so darn good I couldn’t wait to get out the next day and catch some more. Food Dude 2, Grandmother 0.

Finally we sat down and talked. I came clean about how much I hated boiled chicken, and swore I’d eat everything on my plate if she promised to cook something else. Nowadays, every time I see Southern style catfish or okra on a menu, I flash back to that big old kitchen table, the huge Texas star in the ranch house floor, and grandmother muttering over the kitchen sink. All of this came back to me the first time I walked into the new Miss Delta restaurant on NW Mississippi Avenue and ordered catfish with a side of okra.

A sister restaurant of the Delta Café in S.E. Portland, Miss Delta opened in October 2007 in the old Pasta Bangs. The restaurant is a long narrow room, with a bar in the middle offering about ten more seats. There is an open kitchen just past the bar where you can watch the cooks at work. Two unisex bathrooms (one with a charming altar built into the wall) are in the back. Pitchers of lemon water are on each table, so you can refill your glass as needed. A few condiments are also provided, such as traditional red Tabasco, Trappey’s “Chef Magic” green jalapeno sauce (a great touch), and red vinegar. I was glad to see the menu offered a choice of both sweet and unsweetened tea.

A full bar is available, with a large choice of house drinks, though it seems to me most lacked much inspiration. One of my benchmarks, the mint julep, is made with soda water and not the classic plain water – to me that creates the wrong consistency. Four draft beers, and 11 bottled are also available, along with eight wines by bottle and glass.

I hadn’t had fried okra in years. It’s one of those dishes you either love or absolutely hate. Miss Delta’s are cut into rings, lightly breaded with a cornmeal crust and flash fried. They were non-greasy but didn’t have much taste otherwise – I wonder if it is frozen at this time of year. A sprinkling of salt and pepper helped, but we found ourselves adding ketchup for flavor, which kind of defeated the purpose. An appetizer was enough for three people ($12).

Though the chef is from New Orleans, the food slants a bit towards South Carolina cooking, with some dishes having a bit of a vinegar bite to them; case in point, the greens. They come in either a vegetarian version or with bits of smoky pork. The greens are tangy but have a bit too much vinegar taste for my palate, though the version with pork mutes it a little. For those of us who grew up with greens cooked to soft perfection, these are a bit more fibrous and “al dente”, not like you get in most restaurants today. On the other hand, these could have come right out of Grandmother’s skillet, so they are true to an older standard. Along the same line, salads are basic and can be ordered as either appetizers or as one of the side dish choices with the dinners. The simple salad is just that – greens with a bit of diced green apple vinaigrette. Overall not bad, though a tad overdressed. Surprisingly, the Caesar salad was pretty darn good. As a side, it is quite large (I can’t imagine how big the full-sized portion is), the dressing is classic, loaded with flavor, and better than I expected ($4/$6 – or as a side).

Fried chicken is a dish that is difficult for many restaurants to do well. It either comes out dry as the desert, or mushy. It’s a deceptively simple dish, but can be complex to cook, as it needs to fry gently, but at the right temperature. The skin should be crispy and seasoned without being too breaded, salty, or cooked to oblivion. Pieces of chicken were larger than one usually sees in Southern restaurants; in the South, people prefer smaller and more numerous pieces…you get more crunchy skin that way. Still, it was prepared perfectly. Miss Delta’s version is one of the better in town, and easily one of the best bargains around. For $15, you get a choice of two side dishes, and a large portion of Draper chicken; a drumstick and two large breasts fried to a mahogany brown, with a crackling skin, and nice seasoning. Though a few spots were a little overcooked, this dish is a winner, and could easily serve two, as could most of the other dishes served here ($15).

Though the gumbo had the brown-nut roux color of a Cajun gumbo, the dish was closer in consistency to a seafood stew. It was loaded with little pieces of chicken and a good amount of shrimp. It had quite a bit of heat, and the roux was complex and layered. The whole thing was served in traditional style, burying a small mound of rice. My only complaint was that some of the ingredients weren’t cooked evenly – some a bit mushy, but overall it was quite good ($12).

The blackened catfish was terrific: very fresh, not “fishy,” not overly salty as too much blackened food can be; perfect with the supplied lemon wedge. Accompanying remoulade was a home run. Thinner than most versions in New Orleans, it was served in a metal ramekin with some horseradish cream on top for an extra kick; an absolute winner ($14).

They always have a meatloaf of the day. Once again the portion is large, especially with the accompanying sides. The night I tried it, blue cheese and bacon were mixed in, and slivers of apples were placed between the slices; really good ($11).

With all plates you can choose two out of six sides (also available separately or 3 for $11). Some were great, some just ok. The mac and cheese was just about perfect, but with no “crust” or burnt cheese topping; it was a satisfying accompaniment. The black-eyed peas and rice were tasty, though a bit under-seasoned (could’ve used some herbs and salt), but were greatly improved with a few splashes of red Tabasco. The red beans and rice were not as successful. I’m not sure what kind of beans they were using, but they weren’t like any red beans I’ve had before – more like pintos. The flavor was bland and the texture too mushy. I didn’t really care for the cornbread either; crumbly, neither salty or sweet, it tasted rather bland and out of a box. You’ll find better elsewhere.

Desserts are about what you’d expect. Down home cooking, nothing with great finesse, but generally fine. I have a weakness for sweet potato pie, and their version is large, moist, and has a flavor that would convert many sweet potato pie naysayers, though the crust is a bit thick ($5).

Service is generally what you’d expect for this type of place; very friendly, low-key, and for the most part, prompt. Crowds seem to build quickly, so get there early on busy nights.

My emotional attachment to the food aside, I like Miss Delta. The prices are fair, the portions large. For a restaurant that has only been open for a four months, it has the comfortable feel of a spot that’s been around for a decade or more. I’ll be back.

  • Phone: (503) 287-7629
  • Address: 3950 N Mississippi, Portland OR 97227 Google Map
  • Hours: Dinner 5pm – 10pm Mon-Thurs, 5pm-11pm Fri and Sat, 5pm-9pm Sunday. Brunch 10am – 3pm Saturday and Sunday
  • Website: missdeltapdx

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Your thoughts are welcome

  1. sidemeat says

    Dude,
    As usual, your writing is flavorfull and goes well with a Lynchburg
    lemonaid; however, the headline ‘boiled chicken…’ might lead a less
    carefull reader to think that you didn’t like Miss Delta.

  2. says

    Sidemeat, you make a very good point… but on the other hand, I like the title. I’ve found that people tend to read negative reviews more than positive reviews, so maybe they’ll get a surprise.

    I’ll see if I can come up with something else.

    Whatsforsupper – I haven’t seen chicken fried steak on the menu, but that doesn’t mean they don’t have it as a special. They do have a flatiron (i think) steak with blue cheese on the menu, but I didn’t try it.

  3. whatsforsupper says

    Oh, honey. I hear you on that business with soda and mint juleps, never mind that it is well before Derby Day. What is that about? Tell me this place makes a reasonable chicken fried steak and I am so there.

  4. whatsforsupper says

    I’m sure that’s lovely, but I’m talking about the real deal – a thin, flavorful cut that’s been soaked in beer before being floured twice so the crust is crispy heaven, with the kind of white gravy that makes you glad your heart is strong. Some greens, skillet cornbread, sweet tea or a Lone Star (I know I’m dating myself there). Bliss.

  5. says

    The staff there is very nice, too. And the whole place is gentle and welcoming without being precious. I think the owners are in for as long a run as they want.

    Nice review.

  6. Tim L says

    FD,
    Love your story leading into the review but I don’t remember the part about catfish being ‘a pain to clean’. Grew up on a dairy farm in northern New York. Our farm ponds held many an early childhood memory of nighttime fishing for bullheads (catfish). I recall that the cleaning process was as simple as #1 cut head behind dorsal fin (caution against spearing ones hands with the sharp serrated dorsal/pectoral fins that inflicted an unusually pain sting), #2 pull the head, skin, viscera front to rear, voila! #3 you’re done. ‘Poor man’s lobster’. Panfried in flour/cornmeal, salt, pepper. The meat is easily stripped from the intact spine and ribs in two equal fillets. In the 50’s & 60’s (yeah that is well into the last century), farmers had succumbed to the lure of farming with chemicals. So…my regular diet of catfish no doubt provided me with a lifetime supply of Malathion, 2,4,5-T, & 2,4-D…and fresh cow manure. All these ingedients drained from the barns and surrounding fields into our ponds. I sometimes wonder what my offspring might have looked like.
    Now, as for pickerel and pike, these are bony fish that are a pain to clean and to eat.

  7. says

    The things that stood out for me last time I ate at Miss Delta:
    1. Portions are huge for the money.
    2. The service was absolutely spot on – professional and gracious
    3. The dining room was extremely comfortable and nice – elegant and cozy without being stuffy

  8. simmons says

    When I visited Miss Delta a couple of months ago, I, too, had to get the catfish and okra. However, I was a little surprised to find that okra was not an available side option for the catfish plate. I had to get a humongous full-size order of okra, and ended up having to take some home.

    The catfish was astonishingly good, though. (And I’ve eaten a lot of catfish.)

    I’ve never had a mint julep, but I’d be interested in trying one. Is there anywhere around Portland that has what you would consider to be a proper mint julep?

  9. mzwong says

    I just went to Miss Delta last weekend with a group of people. Everyone was delighted with their dinners except for the person who ordered the jambalaya. It was mostly rice, hardly any of the promised shrimp, chicken and whatnot, and not spicy. Other than that disappointment everyone was very happy. The service was wonderful and they didn’t make us feel rushed even when my party lingered for about 20 minutes chatting after the bill was paid (my personal waiter pet peeve). The space is very warm and inviting. The portions were large! Is there such a thing as too large? Probaby not, but I agree that I would rather have a few smaller pieces of fried chicken than 2 large pieces. All in all it’s a great place, and takes me back to the early days of the Delta Cafe. Thanks, Miss Delta!

  10. says

    I ate at Miss Delta last night. Hadn’t been there in months. Service was delightful – really friendly, brisk and organized even though the place was slammed. The cornmeal muffin was terrific – moist and huge. Greens, meh. Not feeling it. Not a lot of flavor (even though I ordered the non-vegetarian version). Mint julep was good, nicely balanced, although I prefer mine in the traditional manner and not made with soda water like the Delta does. Still, minor quibbles. One thing really stood out though, the gumbo. It tasted like raw flour and was very bland. Like the roux hadn’t been cooked properly which was odd because it had that deep perfect mahogany color I like in that kind of gumbo. Anyone else experience this?

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