Al Copeland was the New Orleans restaurant entrepreneur who started Popeye’s Chicken and Biscuits in a New Orleans suburb back in 1972. He started franchising them in 1976, and the rest is history. In 1983, he decided to get a little fancier and opened Copeland’s. Copeland’s also became a franchise and at it’s peak there were 40 restaurants in 12 states. I’m not sure how many they have now. I’m just glad we have this one not far from my house!
We decided on the Hot Crab Claws, Cajun Gumbo Ya Ya, Shrimp & Lump Crabmeat Remoulade Salad, the Veal Copeland, and for dessert the White Chocolate Bread Pudding.
When we got the crab claws I thought, “That’s IT? There better be a bunch more claws under all that bread”! There were. 18 claws in total. 18 claws for $13.99? Is that a good price? I’m really not sure. What I am sure of was they were DELICIOUS! The sauce was awesome. Chunks of garlic in it and nice and buttery. I used almost all of that bread sopping it up.
The gumbo was pretty good. Nothing earth shattering. If a tourist came here and wanted to try REAL New Orleans gumbo, I’d be satisfied if they’d try this one. Plenty of shrimp and crawfish tails in it.
My dining partner had the salad. She loved it but thought it could have used more shrimp. She REALLY loved the remoulade sauce which she got on the side. More on that later. It was unbelievable what she did.
The veal dish was very good. The veal was very juicy, seasoned well and fried nice and crisp.
I started to order the Banana Foster Cheesecake for dessert, but decided to try the White Chocolate Bread Pudding. I wish I had got the cheesecake. The bread pudding was just “ok”. No raisins, which made me happy. Nice and custardy, with plenty of sauce. But it just seemed to lack flavor. And I hate overly sweet desserts, but it could have been a little sweeter.
Anyway, we ate EVERYTHING. No leftovers in need of a doggy bag. My dining partner had about a half ramekin of remoulade sauce left. She said, “I’m getting this remoulade sauce to go”. I said, “what”? She repeated it. I said, “please don’t do that”. She insisted. I said, “If you ask the waiter to pack that to go, please tell them you don’t know me? That we just met”? She went ahead and asked for a container to go. This was her packing it up:
And this was our “doggy bag” for the night:
Lord help me. The waiter was probably thinking, “This must be the first time these poor folks have ever been to a restaurant.”
Anyway, great dinner and great place. I recommend it!
2333 Manhattan Blvd., Harvey, LA 70058 Ph: 504-364-1575