While we’re talking about Bessemer, I have to mention the Bright Star.
The Bright Star opened in 1907, and has been in the Koikos family since 1920. (The founder was a cousin, and at least one Koikos was a waiter.) The Bright Star is the subject of a Southern Foodways Alliance film, and is on various national lists of restaurants to visited; and it has been recognized by the James Beard Foundation. It’s the oldest restaurant in Alabama a lovely place,
They’re restoring the original murals. There are private booths for private dining, such as for one of my negotiation sessions with the city’s attorneys, and at least one private booth has inspirational art.
Most important, they have really good food. We used to go there when I was a kid. It was a real trek out to Bessemer before the interstate bowled through town — either a good 20 miles of uncoordinated traffic lights, or a circuitous route through the country on narrow, unlighted two-lane roads — but it was worth it. To avoid the traffic lights, people south of town, like us, would drive south to the Bessemer cut-off, and then north to Bessemer.* The Bright Star had excellent gumbo, and very fresh fish. I believe they used to have it trucked up from the gulf every day. I generally got the red snapper, either almandine or Greek Style, or the fried snapper throats. Wonderful. I’m getting hungry just thinking about it.
You really ought to visit the Bright Star. Elvis did.
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*An isolated rural section of the interstate was completed from just west of Bessemer to Tuscaloosa before the portion through the city, and at that time hardly anyone used it. My father had a psychiatrist friend who sometimes worked with patients at the state mental hospitals, Bryce and Partlow, in Tuscaloosa. A car dealer told the psychiatrist, when he was purchasing a new car, that it would go 55 miles per hour in reverse. That certainly wasn’t a big selling point, but it is the sort of thing that sticks in your mind. Early one morning, as he got onto the empty interstate segment on his way to Tuscaloosa with no other cars in sight, he turned his car around and started driving down the interstate in reverse. As his speed increased, he noticed those flashing lights, and he pulled over. A state trooper sauntered up as only a state trooper can saunter, and asked, “Where do you think you’re going?” The psychiatrist said, “Bryce.” The trooper said, “You’re damned right, and I’m taking you there,” and proceeded to drive him to Bryce.