Daddy Mojo’s Cafe

The food has been great here since they removed the sushi bar. Huge portions. No wait for large tables during weekend brunch time. Don’t feel like waiting 60+ minutes at Gravy … Come here instead!

You won’t find better fried catfish or fried okra anywhere in Portland. Daddy MoJo’s prepares these two Southern classics exactly how they’re supposed to be prepared. Some restaurants in Portland try to fancy up these two dishes but instead they just end up mucking them up with strange seasonings and spices that just don’t belong, and their fancied up versions cost a lot more too. I’ve also had their awesome fried crawfish tails. If you’re craving after some authentic Southern fried food, don’t go anywhere else, and the slightly worn-​around-​the-​edges atmosphere of this great restaurant/​bar will transport you down South too! I feel like I’m back home in Louisiana.

With only two other tables occupied, I would expect to waited on in a timely fashion. While my order only consisted of a Grilled Ham and Cheese with French fries, the entrée was served thirty minutes later with COLD fries and NO HAM on my sandwich: o (Rather than complaining I will judge tis establishment on this one and only visit. I will simply find other lunch-​time accommodations. If they cannot keep it together when their business is that slow, I can’t imagine how they in the future function during a busier time of day. I do not plan on returning.

Was at first confused about the atmosphere. Is this a bar? Is it a sushi restaurant? It’s both, a bit of a dive but don’t let that deter you. The staff is friendly and helpful. The sushi rolls and ahi tower were all delicious. Would not recommend the veggie tempura. It had a thicker beer type batter instead of traditional panko crust. This is not top of the line sushi, but it’s a great quick neighborhood go to.

Greasy fried food. Beer on tap. Framed naked pics in the men’s room. Lots of tennis stars. Friendly proprietor. Sushi in the back. Yaki soba in the front. Lotto. Community pride. Come here in a rowdy group like we did. Have a good time. Come alone and feel like the main character in any given Charles Bukowski novel.

Ate here a few months back. Was looking for a quality meal in my neighborhood and this was anything but. Had the Fish and Chips and my fear of food borne illness was real. Heard it’s a good dive bar, but for a city so obsessed with quality and creative good, couldn’t believe the poorness of my dining experience.

I give it 4 stars because it doesn’t deserve 3 or 5. My rating doesn’t make sense? Well, this place doesn’t either.
The trouble with this place is you cannot really measure it with any type of numbers or starts. Daddy’s is kind of a paradox… There is not a place on the wall that doesn’t have a picture on it, all completely random. Most establishments go for a theme, an atmosphere, a ambiance, or a vibe. Daddy Mojo don’t care.
The menu, ummmm… feel like sushi? Daddy’s got that. Feel like fried chicken? Sure. It truly covers EVERYTHING. I wouldn’t say they do any of these well, but they do it.
The difficulty for rating places like this is it doesn’t really fit into a category, which I kinda like. I compare it to the time I got my passport photo taken at a little Asian mart on 82^nd. While taking your photo the lady was also slinging ramen and hello kitty backpacks. Mojo is kind of that. Hello Kitty and fried chicken. Somehow, when it is all finished you realize it got the job done no matter how it occurred. Mojo serves stiff drinks with edible food and tv’s in booths. They get it done. Somehow. Just make sure to give yourself an hour or two to process wtf just happened.
Also, it is right next to a Whole Foods so just run there for safety if you need to. Gentrification missed a spot.

I was freaked out to order anything at first because the menu was all over the place: cajun, breakfast, pastas, burgers, and SUSHI! My friend assured me that the food was ok since his friends came here all the time. I ordered chicken fried steak, it was kinda chewy and hard to eat. I did however like the fact that instead of potatoes they let me sub miso soup =) My friend had a couple rolls and said they were good. He also got a bowl of edamame, which we were munching on while finishing watching the blazers game when our check came out. As they picked up the signed credit card slip, they took the unfinished bowl of edamame my friend was still eating… We were both kind of shocked since it was barely halfway finished! If eating here, HOARD your edamame until finished!

I walked in. There’s something to be said about honesty. The place is more of a bar than a café. Sure there are seats scattered about. Sure there is a place where you don’t stare at a television set and a bar. The list of things that are served at the place is posted in the window.
This place is a bar. It is a bar from when you walk in the door. I simply wanted a small meal. I was surprised by the fact that a plate of scrambled eggs and biscuits bore a charge of $ 6.50. There were four biscuits, eggs that would be cooked to order, and an orange. Yes the place does serve sushi at a Happy Hour. Yes it is rather worn. The place is a café off of a busy avenue in the suburbs.

Daddy’s mojos is a terrific place to dine if you grew up in a third world country where you can basically eat raw sewage and not get sick.
They can’t even cook French fries properly… and they are going to make me sushi? Ummm no.
Used to be a decent place to some Asian couple bought it and the food went WAY way way down hill.

I was craving for sushi on Friday after work! My bf took me to this place because it’s really close to his house (he never try this place) we decided to give this place a try! So yes we walked in and see no one on the sushi side but some on bar? I ignored that. The waiter seat us with water and menu and room forever to come take the order! Fine’ I’m not hurry. Then we orders some sushi. Took they like 30 mins to make and they are not busy at all… the test of sushi is most like sushi land… I rather go sushi land because it’s cheaper!

Ugh.
We should have walked out when we saw the lotto machines and the sushi restaurant attached to this Southern Food offering. But we were hungry and wanting some comfort food.
Enjoyed the photos of celebrities on the wall. Clearly not people who had been to Mojo’s, but interesting nonetheless. (If JFK ate here, I will officially eat my hat.)
To the food.
My meatloaf: Mushy tasteless meat, coated in a truly nasty sauce. Did confirm there was some BBQ sauce in there, but I can’t possibly identify the rest of it. It was brown and it was kinda sorta sweet, maybe a smoky taste but not good smoky and it coated the inside of my mouth. Baked potato (the size of a football and accompanied by much-​appreciated butter AND sour cream) was not cooked through. The veggies, eh, ok. Best thing on the plate, not overcooked.
The gumbo: A bowl of lots and lots of rice coated by a light brown gravy. I could not bear to taste it after my daughter’s assessment. She pulled out a chicken backbone and several huge pieces of chicken fat/​skin. Did not find any other signs of meat.
The catfish: OK. Fingers of catfish with a breadcrumb coating kind of like frozen shrimp. Shoestring potatoes.
The greens: The only item we did return. Sour, a bizarre shade of neon green and floating in a big bowl of liquid.
I remember this sister restaurant in Vancouver. I never went there. It burned down. I wonder why.

Fine for a drink a couple of times a year. But not really interested in trying their sushi menu… Just a local dive bar.

A dive bar with nice tvs, plenty of sports and relaxed service, everything I love.
The food is absolutely well above average. I enjoyed the catfish basket, it comes with fries, hush-​puppies and a small cup of slaw. The fries are shoestring style and I’m not a fan but the rest was absolutely delicious. The hush-​puppies had just the right texture and the slaw is on the spicy side. The catfish was lightly breaded and cooked perfectly.
My dining mates had the gumbo and one of their giant burgers. They both enjoyed their meals and it exceeded their original expectations. The portion sizes are insane, the prices are low and yet the quality doesn’t suffer (except for the fries, still confused about what happened there).
This is a tiny kitchen and a one server kind of bar, so the service is pretty slow and as previously stated very relaxed. So if you are in a hurry or want to slam drinks, it’s not going to be your best option.

This place is super sketchy and weird. Half soul food /​half sushi bar (what?), the menu has things like fettucini alfredo and spring rolls side by side. service here is quite unreliable (i’ve waited over 10 minutes for a beer), but perhaps they expect the personal TVs each booth is outfitted with will keep you entertained.
such is how I ended up drunkenly ordering PIZZA SUSHI while watching Jersey Shore.
because it sounded rad at the time. the pizza sushi came on a flat bed of seaweed sliced up in squares like pizza instead of rolled up. there was a red gooey sauce on top and fish etc. It tasted really gross.
go here if yr drunk & weird.

This place is so cool, great food and great price. Must stop. Y for breakfast or late drink. Happy hour only $ 2.00

Cheap little dive-​y place, but the food is so good! somewhere where you can have burger’s and really good breakfast or asian food… No one judges you having pancakes and a drink at noon. Great Casual place

I wish they had a review that stated «Technically three stars, but OH GOD I LOVE THIS PLACE.» It’s fantastic for what it is– not fantastic food, cheap liquor and AWESOME conversations. Listening to the regulars talk shit to each other makes my night.

It is what it is.
Mojo’s is a just a simple bar/​grill with a great happy hour, decent bar bites, and a simple laid back feel. People friendly, but not out of their way friendly and there are amazing quality booths.
You know, if I had to know one bartender in the neighborhood I would be the woman here because she seems like she’d float me a cold one if I didn’t have exact change so to speak.

The morning after our karaōke adventure, Bryan and I wandered over here to grab some breakfast. Our waitress was no-​nonsense, so much so that her reaction scared me a little when I ordered eggs, hashbrowns and toast without a meat side. This, apparently, is a highly suspect decision.
I have a special place in my heart for Daddy Mojo’s because I accidentally call it Papa Voodoo’s every time I try to talk about it. I even came up with a plan to open a nearby place called Mama Voodoo’s, to see if we might be able to form some kind of beautiful alliance.
Anyway, the breakfast was pretty greasy, but all right. The blaring sports television was a little distracting, especially when Bryan and I were struggling to discuss post-​modern gender politics and its intersections with the human condition. My eggs were cooked well, though, and over medium just as I had asked for them. But my fork was dirty.