Dave’s View: I ate a chicken, and I hated it!
Sorry, but if you’re a Louisiana style restaurant and you’re serving a Chicken Po’ Boy, it better be good. The Po’ Boy I had at Mudbugs in Carmel, Indiana was just downright disgusting. It was cold, bland, and had no flavor what so ever. Tyson could have served me a better chicken sandwich!
I ate a puppy, and I loved it!
Hush puppies that is. The puppies on the other hand were outstanding. Nice warm balls of goodness.
The place is small and a word of advice for any high school French teachers out there. Don’t take your class to a cafe that has about 25 chairs and your class has 20 students. I want to eat, damn it! Go across the street where there is a real French restaurant! I couldn’t drink my beer in peace since I was getting the “stink” eye from the teacher. I just wanted to tell her, “Hey, they drink already, get with the times.” Me, drinking a beer in the afternoon, is not a crime.
Service was the fast food way. Order at the counter, enough said.
Food: 4 Service: 6 Ambiance: 7 Total: 17 out of 30
$20-$30 with adult beverages.
Andrea’s View: Okay, so it wasn’t a real bug, but a mudbug (aka crawfish). Crawfish are apparently called mudbugs because of the dirt expelled during the cooking process. I ate this “bug” at Mudbugs Cafe on Main Street in Carmel. Dave and I went for lunch and found a very noisy and crowded restaurant. At first we were a little confused by the set-up, because you actually order your food and drinks at the counter and the staff brings you your food. It’s like a Cajun McAlisters. I ordered the crawfish casserole since I had never tasted crawfish before. For those who have not had crawfish, I highly suggest that you try it. I am going to describe it as a cross between a crab and a shrimp. It is very sweet and tastes like the ocean. That being said, the rest of the experience was okay at best. Most of the noise and crowd was in fact caused by a field trip by the local french club. I am not sure why they were eating there, and not at the french restaurant across the street. In fact, as I was eating my lunch at a counter that looked out the front window with my back facing the entire dining room, I was wondering why Dave and I weren’t eating at that french restaurant. I am sorry, I am just not a fan of the pay before you eat concept. It makes me feel rushed and that I am inconveniencing everyone around me. It reminds me too much of fast food. I wasn’t even sure what to do with my dishes after we were finished eating. Not to mention, what if Dave and I wanted another adult beverage? (you order those at the counter also) Would we be holding up a seat for someone who just wanted to eat and run? Dave and I like to linger over our meals and talk about what we are eating. That being said, I guess I am only complaining about ambience. My food was really good. The next time I am in the mood to eat some mudbugs, maybe I’ll just get carry-out.