Jose’s

Joses

My husband and I have been fans of the Perdomo family for years. Jose used to work for a local Mexican restaurant. He managed it in a way that made you feel welcome. If he saw you more than a time or two, he knew you by name, knew your preferred drink, and more often knew what you wanted before you did.
When we heard that he was going out on his own and opening his own restaurant, we were happy for him. We knew anything he did would prosper.
When the doors opened and we went to see what Jose and his wife, Mandy, had accomplished, we were excited for them. He’d made a beautiful restaurant. The colors were warm, the staff wonderful, and the menu was varied with items that sounded so good, it was hard to choose.They offer an array of favorites from tacos, burritos, and enchiladas to hamburgers, steak, and baked potatoes. If I start talking about the fajitas, we’ll be here all day.

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Jose Tacos, crispy tacos with warm beef and fresh toppings.

I remember the first time we went to Jose’s, the salsa was the first pleasant surprise of many. It was bold with highlighted flavors of lime and cilantro. Most places skimp on the cilantro, but Jose knows his stuff. Tony is a guacamole man. He is disappointed in the whole meal if the guacamole isn’t good. With the first bite of Jose’s guacamole his eyes lit up and a slow smile made it’s way across his face. He became an absolute fan. I got the blackened shrimp tacos and black bean soup. I like to consider myself a foodie, but I was so unprepared for those tacos! The shrimp was seasoned and cooked to perfection. Shrimp is so easy to overcook, and Jose’s has it down to an art. The subtle spice of the shrimp paired with the tangy mango salsa blew me away.

As a testament to their success, Mandy and Jose soon got a bigger building across the highway from their original location. It’s even more lovely and has a lot more seating. It’s light with great atmosphere. The dark wood and metal gives it a modern feel. I believe it is exactly what our small town needs. Any time the doors are open, there are cars in the parking lot. I’ve never seen it have a slow day, and I pass by pretty often.
Our most recent visit solidified what I know about Jose and his staff. Everything they do is consistently good. The salsa is always my favorite. The chips are seasoned and warm. They work hard to keep your glass full and always have a smile.
I really guess I should not call myself a foodie. I’m from Mississippi and up until now, I’d never had shrimp and grits. I’m a bit embarrassed to admit this.
I remedied my shaming situation at Jose’s. I’ve heard nothing but good about the shrimp and grits. However, I was not prepared. The grits were some of the creamiest I’ve had. Some creamy grits tend to be too thin, but not these. The consistency was just right. The grits were covered with cheese, remoulade, bacon, and green onions. In proud positions on top were six large grilled shrimp. My taste buds went into overdrive as I enjoyed spoonful after spoonful.

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This is after I took my first bite, so a shrimp is missing. Note those grilled jalapenos. Yum!

Tony got the chile rellenos which are a personal favorite of mine. They came so hot from the kitchen that even the last bite was warm. The rellenos are covered in melty, gooey cheese. The rice and beans are flavorful on their own. Tony mixes them and swears it’s the best thing ever. He also got some grilled jalapenos. I stole a few and added them to my shrimp and grits. I know I’ll definitely ask for them next time. We didn’t have room for dessert, but we sometimes get the fried cheesecake. It’s always spectacular.

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Tony’s chile rellenos. We seriously need to work on our photography.

At the end of your meal at Jose’s, you feel at home, you have a full belly, and you leave happy. Also, the salsa is good enough to drink, and no one will judge you for it. If you don’t believe me, ask Tony.

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For more information (and better photography) about one of our favorite hometown places, Jose’s, please check out the links below.

Jose’s Restaurant & Grill

834 Franklin Dr. SW, Magee, MS 39111

601-439-7155

https://www.facebook.com/josesrestaurantmagee/

https://www.instagram.com/josesrestaurant/

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Marie


I grew up in my grandmother’s kitchen. At her elbow, I watched her make biscuits lovingly and with enough practice for it to have been considered an art. She raised her children along with children who weren’t born of her body but were hers all the same. If you tried to say different, you would most likely get more than your feelings hurt. She worked most of her life nursing broken bodies along with broken hearts. Nursing taught her to handle herself and keep calm in most any situation. She was blunt with her words and subtle with her emotions.
After she retired, she threw herself into her home whether it be baking, sewing, or mowing the yard because no one says lawn in the South. She cuddled any baby she ever met and sang the same song to every single one she rocked. Nursing did not end when she retired. She nursed for years her cancer stricken husband and a sister with severe diabetes. Her husband went first, and she never quite recovered. When she did not know anyone was around, she would spend quiet moments in the room where he wasted away before that final trip to the hospital. Sitting on his bed, she would close her eyes for a time, let out a slow breath, and then get on with her day to day chores.
If she ever loved you, she would cook for you, tend to you, and fight for you until she just couldn’t. She was never the most tender of people. After you got a hug and offered food in your time of need, you were told to dry your tears. Crying never did a single soul any good in her eyes.
When she died, my world shifted. It was hard to believe that someone so big, even if she was just so big to me, was gone. I cried for a time. I could hear her voice as clear as a bell telling me to dry it up and be tough like she knew I could. During her wake, the lights went out at the funeral home. Even though it startled everyone, those who knew her personally laughed. It was just the kind of stunt she would pull. I smiled for the first time since she died standing in the dark. When I think of her now, I can only smile. I picture her sitting on her porch in the rocking chairs she loved as she watched cars go by. Those chairs should have fell to pieces with all the miles she put on them. I see her in the kitchen at her stove mixing up a batch of cornbread batter for her cast iron skillet. When I try to describe her most words don’t seem enough. She taught me how to be polite and to swear. She was never anything more than herself and I wish I could have an ounce of the confidence she carried. She was my rock and taught me how to be one myself. I may not be what she was every minute of my life, but I have moments where I can feel her come to the surface. When I feel lost, I find her in me and it’s in her that I find myself.

Today, she would be 93 and has been on my heart all day.

Now is Not Your Forever

While reading Turtles All The Way Down by John Green, I read a quote that says, “Now is not your forever.” I had to stop and just be in that for a moment.

I’ve been so concerned lately with bills and problems and drama and just life that I haven’t thought about how temporary all of that really is. These are issues that may not matter in the least in 5 or 10 years. And yet, here I am sighing and stressing over things that I shouldn’t be and looking for answers where there probably are none.

This nonsense that is keeping me up at night is not permanent.

These moments that seem to hurt so bad will hurt less in the coming time.

This worry that I carry will not help any of these situations.

This now is not my forever.

Thanks, John, for this reminder.