Jacmel Inn...Even the name seems cloaked in mystery and romance. Borrowing it's name from the creole-Italian Pirate befriended by Haitian natives, more than 200 years ago. This is where my darling Husband ,of twenty years, invited me to dine with him for our anniversary. Who was I to say no to such a lovely invitation and besides I had eaten their once before and it was amazing. It was a dark and stormy night which saw us heading two blocks from our humble abode to the moss covered brick steps of an historic old house turned restaurant called Jacamel. over a hundred years old it sits shrouded by lichen draped oaks with large twisted arms and vines which crawled around the house and attempted to find entrance though the many paned window looking out over wild gardens. Just the ambiance alone is worth the visit. After being seated at a small table for two on a converted porch long ago windowed in against the elements, we were brought hot bread and butter and a small tasting of white bean salad. The wooden ceilings glowed richly in the dim lighting and made all of us look at least the age we envision ourselves to be. My handsome dinner date ordered us our meals and a glass of red wine and we chatted about ...well everything and anything we wanted to. 
My seared yellow fin swimming in a jerk mango salsa and accompanied by herb seasoned and roasted fingerling potatoes, just about sang with each bite. Tall, dark and handsome across from me was just about moved to manly tears by his porterhouse steak and baked potato. Each meal was preceded by a salad of your choice which was both fresh and delicious with just a hint of horseradish. After stuffing ourselves to the point of comfortable laziness we shared our first desert in...well i don't remember the last one. A beautifully executed strawberry napoleon. Our undying gratitude to the chef who made our evening so Delicious. While we didn't outlast the storm, My hero braved the lightening and rain to pull my coach up the curved driveway and help me into my seat. I suggest that you all reserve a table at Jacmel at the first sign of a special occasion...Don't bother waiting twenty years for this amazing experience.
My seared yellow fin swimming in a jerk mango salsa and accompanied by herb seasoned and roasted fingerling potatoes, just about sang with each bite. Tall, dark and handsome across from me was just about moved to manly tears by his porterhouse steak and baked potato. Each meal was preceded by a salad of your choice which was both fresh and delicious with just a hint of horseradish. After stuffing ourselves to the point of comfortable laziness we shared our first desert in...well i don't remember the last one. A beautifully executed strawberry napoleon. Our undying gratitude to the chef who made our evening so Delicious. While we didn't outlast the storm, My hero braved the lightening and rain to pull my coach up the curved driveway and help me into my seat. I suggest that you all reserve a table at Jacmel at the first sign of a special occasion...Don't bother waiting twenty years for this amazing experience. Jacmel Inn:
903 E Morris St.
Hammond, La 70403
Ph# 985-542-0043
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