Dining Out: Tupelo

REMBS LAYMAN SOUNDS LIKE the kind of chef who can kick things up a notch whenever he feels like it. Over the phone, at least, he has the brash, winning personality of Emeril, as well as a similar family background: half New Orleans, half New England. Layman’s been here all along, though, much of the time with the equally affable and outgoing Paul O’Connell of Cambridge’s Chez Henri and East Coast Grill, the southern-themed Inman Square anchor.


And now Layman is the chef of Tupelo, a New Orleans–inspired joint down the street from East Coast Grill owned by another local force: Renee "Petsi" McLeod, co-owner (with husband Mike Walker) of Petsi Pies, who won my heart with her unpretentious southern-style cooking. Both Petsi Pies locations have the sort of earnest authenticity that the best of their Cambridge and Somerville neighborhoods share, which is probably why they caught on so fast. Tupelo has it, too, plus a livelier vibe and down-home food that’s sloppy and fun when it’s at its best.

The food here has a big-hearted appeal that makes up for its flaws and sometimes imprecise or muddled flavors. But then, that describes a lot of New Orleans fare, even if some of my NOLA friends will rise up at my saying so—and even if Layman, who told me that he didn’t want to be boxed in by just one cuisine, is making food that is by no means restricted to that city’s influence.

The dishes that most impressed me at Tupelo, though, are strongly associated with New Orleans: fried oysters, fried catfish, and gumbo (which even gets the name "New Orleans gumbo"). And the red beans and rice, maybe best of all, is a recipe straight from Layman’s New Orleanian mother.

There are vegetables—both pickled and fresh—on the menu, part of Layman’s effort to go beyond a cuisine that doesn’t often feature them. A baby spinach and apple salad with a slightly spicy "Creole vinaigrette" ($5) provided bright contrast to the entrées and tasted really fresh. The "braised hearty greens" ($5) had the same vinegary tang as the crunchy pickles of various vegetables that show up in several dishes.

But this isn’t the delicate, low country–influenced fare of Hungry Mother, another Cambridge newcomer. Breading and frying rule at Tupelo, and so do the hand-whisked rémoulade and its spiced variations. I liked Layman’s fried oysters ($8) better than numerous versions I’ve had in New Orleans, because he uses plump Washington state oysters and not the fat Gulf variety I find off-puttingly huge and flaccid. And he keeps the dredge simple: half flour, half semolina, which gave the oysters great bite. Homemade green pickles gave even stronger bite, and the habanero-spiked mayo, which Layman says he makes every day, gave spice.

If you want to start with something even richer, order the deviled crab salad with garlic toast ($7), heavy on the mayo, just as in New Orleans. The other hearty starter that I liked was the spiced turkey meatballs ($6) with, as the menu says, "French bread for mopping up." Despite their large size, the meatballs were light-textured—if long on the kinds of dried spices (garlic powder, chili flakes) you taste after you go home. What got me, though, was the spiced chicken stock the meatballs steep in, which was well worth mopping up. The spongy, anti-artisanal baguette that Layman himself buys at a Portuguese bakery down Cambridge Street is close to what you’d get in New Orleans (soft, mild, un-crusty) and works perfectly as a sop.

  • John

    The Tupelo’s we passed last night