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"My Baby Blues" - Baby Blues BBQ

By Tara Redfield


Dear Love,


“I’m sorry, but we can’t let you order the happy hour special unless you have a seat at the bar. You can stand and get a glass of beer, but you can’t order the smash burger.” An indifferent bartender said to me at Umami Burger, Los Feliz. Great, I was alone, yes again, and there were no seats at the bar and from the looks of it, nothing was going to open up in time to curb my hungry crankiness. Mission: Happy Hour Umami was quickly degenerating and I had to think fast.



Alright girl, put your flirt on. “Is it okay if I order and then have a seat outside?” “No, I’m sorry we can’t do that. You have to be sitting at the bar.” What a bust! I hadn’t even been back in LA for 24 hours, exhausted, starving, and being denied happy hour rights! I’m not even a beer drinker! “Alright, I’m just going to go then, thanks.”

I pulled out my blackberry, hoping for a text to have arrived telling me what I should do now, and there was one! One text from Jillian. “Hey, u around? Thinking about going to Baby Blues for happy hour. Haven’t seen u in ages!” I had been talking to my friend Paul earlier that day about how I still needed to go to Baby Blues. See? Fate does exist. Jillian gave me her parking pass so I didn’t even have to deal with annoying West Hollywood parking restrictions. I was ready for some serious southern comfort, not the drink, well maybe, but you know what I mean.

Once again, it’s a small world after all. Also, sitting at the bar was my friend Gonzalo, and I recognized the waitress, Anne Marie, from the Young Story Tellers program we both volunteer for. Baby Blues was the place to be.

Jillian lives just right around the corner, so you could say she was somewhat of a regular. She had no need for a menu, but I did. The menu read, all well drinks $4.00. I was in a rum and coke state of mind, done and done. Sean, took our orders. We took two plates of chicken wings, hush puppies, and fried green tomatoes. All $5.00. Hush puppies are some of the naughtiest/tastiest things a chef ever invented. They are like cornmeal donut balls.


Hush Puppies












The plates of chicken arrived with ranch and blue cheese dressing for drenching. The hush puppies came in a basket with cinnamon honey butter, (oh yeah) and the fried green maters, also in a basket, came with some spicy thousand island, perfect.

I love the look on a man’s face when he sees two petite girls with mountains of food. Yes, we’re eating it all Mr. Whatever Your Name Is. We were expecting one more guest, Jillian’s friend Giovanni, the raddest chick from Spanish Harlem you will ever meet, to help us with the second plate of wings.

Fried Green TomatoesSomehow word got out that a Food Pervert was in the house so I was introduced to Danny, one of the owners, who brought us a complimentary plate of Cajun seasoned shrimp. “Where are these shrimp from?” “Indonesia,” he said. They were big and very flavorful. They had absorbed the spice to an ideal capacity. It’s hard to beat a big spicy shrimp, that’s what I always say.


We didn’t actually finish all of the wings, but we finished everything else and the lightweight that I am, I only made it through the one rum and coke, but it was in a really big glass! The next time I go to Baby Blues I’m ordering one of their true specialties, like the pulled bbq pork sandwich. Judging from the happy hour snacks, I would say that a main course would be very satisfying.


P.S. I hope you don’t mind that Gonzalo invited me to his restaurant for brunch! xx, Tara



Baby Blues BBQ

444 Lincoln Blvd, Venice, CA 90291
(310) 396-7675