One Sunday on holiday recently we went to the House Of Blues for their legendary Gospel Sunday Brunch. I'd always fancied doing this but never had so we booked a few days in advance and got a prime pew in the balcony. Amen. The grub was fantastic; Southern cuisine such as jambalaya, gumbo, catfish, crawfish, corn bread, candied yams, spinach and a whole table groaning under the weight of pecan pies and peach cobblers. Amen. The show started promisingly with a great band and four big momma gospel singers belting out Dreamgirls type songs with a slight Jesus twist (voices so good I had goosebumps). Then the Reverend arrived on stage and things took a turn for the worst. He started preaching and asking for hands-in-the-air type audience participation but thankfully I was still pigging out at the buffet so couldn't take part. Amen. "Are you ready to let Jesus in your life?" he yelled more than once. "WELL ARE YA?". "YEEEEEEEESSSSSSSS" screamed much of the audience. "Have you tried this tomato catfish stew?" I shouted at Darren just as the whooping subsided. Christians glared at me. "Amen to the chef!" I muttered under my breath as I scooped a second portion onto my plate.
I'm glad we went to the gospel brunch but I don't think we'll go again. The music was uplifting but the preaching depressed me but if they get rid of the vicar and give The Dreamgirls a bigger portion of the show we might return to their trough. Amen.