Deer Lease Chic at LA Bar

LA Bar offers comfortable food and surroundings, especially for men who like sports, hunting, fishing and golf.

 See how those chargrilled oysters and po-boys are made at LA Bar in this week's slideshow.

It took me a few visits to put my finger on exactly what LA Bar — the newest restaurant from the arm of Houston's vast Mandola family that owns the neighboring Ragin' Cajun — wants to be. But during a recent dinner, as I sat and waited for a friend to arrive, it finally occurred to me. I think it was the fact that the many flat-screen TVs scattered around the small, relaxed dining room were all tuned to one of four channels: the Outdoor Channel, the Sportsman Channel, the Golf Channel or ESPN.

"My father would be in heaven right now," I mused to myself. And then it hit me: LA Bar is the classy man cave of seafood joints. I looked around and realized that the number of men in the restaurant outnumbered the women four to one.

You can't go wrong with LA Bar's meatball po-boy or chargilled oysters.
Troy Fields
You can't go wrong with LA Bar's meatball po-boy or chargilled oysters.


Hours: 11 a.m.-10 p.m. Tuesdays-Thursdays, 11 a.m.-11 p.m. Fridays and Saturdays, 11 a.m.- 9 p.m. Sundays.
Dozen raw oysters: $12
Mandola's pasta and meatballs: $13
New Orleans-style BBQ shrimp: $16
Chargrilled oysters: $20
Seafood platter: $24
Blackened catfish: $24

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LA Bar

4302-A Richmond, 713-355-2227.

Happy businessmen off work, enjoying the dregs of happy hour, were finishing off heaping trays of crawfish and enjoying the last few sips from a motley selection of Louisiana-branded pint glasses (LA Bar cheerfully mirrors the same jumbled Cajun aesthetic as the adjoining Ragin' Cajun). Plastic bibs covered their dress shirts as they huddled together around four-tops or perched at pub tables. In the few booths that line one wall, what looked like groups of golfing or hunting buddies were doing the same, albeit in Under Armour shirts and Cabela's caps.

The waitress taking care of the tables around me was chipper and welcoming, taking orders as if she were taking care of her own brothers or father. Although it left me a bit cold that my own waitress — who seemed to have the critical thinking skills of a toddler, frequently forgetting to bring requested items or simply failing to take basic care of her patrons — was so unfriendly, I admit that she was an aberration from the normally friendly and competent service I've experienced at LA Bar. I did wonder, however, if at least part of her indifference that night stemmed from the fact that mine was the only table of women in the joint. Groups of guys tend to tip pretty girls better, after all.

'This place was totally decorated by a guy," my boyfriend noted during my first visit to LA Bar. The same mad jumble of Mardi Gras posters and Louisiana memorabilia that has coated the walls at Ragin' Cajun for nearly 40 years was toned down considerably here, but the dining room itself is styled in tones that can best be described as "deer-lease chic."

Mismatched light fixtures add a homey touch to the space, as does the constant presence of at least one member of the Mandola family — most often native son Luke Mandola Sr., who in 1973 opened the liquor store that previously occupied this spot and still welcomes patrons as they enter. Ragin' Cajun came a year later, and for those familiar with the festive restaurant's offerings, LA Bar's menu will come as a comfortable update to some of those standards.

The boudin links and red beans and rice that I've ordered at Ragin' Cajun on nearly every visit since my father first took me there as a small child also are found at LA Bar. They are oddly muted and bland here, though (yes, Cajun purists — even blander than they usually are at Ragin' Cajun), so I'd recommend steering clear of them and sticking to LA Bar's own creations. Same goes for the toned-down seafood gumbo in a gritty broth and the boring crawfish etouffee.

Where LA Bar shines is in its specials, such as chargrilled oysters crowned with lemon, garlic, butter and Parmesan cheese and then given an aggressive blast of heat that melds the flavors without shrinking the plump meat — especially at happy hour, when they're deeply discounted. Equally good at happy hour are airy, juicy crab balls that come with LA Bar's terrific, tangy house-made tartar sauce, although its barbecued shrimp — a much-touted house specialty — were oddly mealy when I ordered them and insultingly overpriced at $16 for only five shrimp. I did, however, sop up every last drop of the peppy Tabasco and Worcestershire-laced sauce with the crusty French bread that accompanied the shrimp.

Among the lighter dishes such as grilled salmon in an orange beurre blanc and pan-seared mahimahi, the standout was a simple plate of blackened catfish. No muddy flavor here but fine and dewy flesh that was seasoned lightly with garlic, lemon, paprika and plenty of black pepper and given a good turn across a skillet that left it ideally dark outside but still moist inside. I could have done without the jumbo lump crab on top, however, since it's both an added cost I'm not interested in bearing and an unnecessary attempt at gilding the lily.

Fried-seafood platters are pretty run-of-the-mill — save the fried oysters under a light batter that allows them to retain that briny sweetness but come with a fluffy corn pudding that's good enough to order on its own. The same deft touch with corn-based starchy sides is seen in the mini corn muffins that arrive when you sit down; they're irresistibly snackable. And although most of the pasta dishes I've tried have been forgettable, I was stunned to find that my favorite dish off this ostensibly Cajun menu was a side of spaghetti in Mandola's signature "red gravy."

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texmex01 topcommenter

K, I frequent LA Bar, and most evenings the dining room is filled with tables of couples and families , not just men.....(Unless its Sunday and there is a Texans game on)

I would say try the Stuffed Jalapenos on the app menu, as well as the meatball sliders....


Blackened catfish for $ 24.00? You have got to be kidding. 

MadMac topcommenter

When the Mrs. and I were broke college kids, we walked to RC on Richmond then to the Westchase location. We maintained the tradition, driving in from Pearland for lenten treats. Got to the point I thought we were paying for the new building in Sugarland with cray-cray priced crawfish & po-boys. We had to stop.