The home of great, greasy fried chicken and fixings has moved to the lower Fillmore district (now renamed the Fillmore Jazz District) from its former haunt in Hayes Valley. I, for one, am excited to know the soul food spot is now mere blocks from my doorsteps.
The new and improved Powell’s Place now resides in a more roomy and airy space lit by fan lamps with windows framing a large dining room, appended by a smaller den great for a Sunday night family dinner. The hanging gospel record covers are gone and in their place are framed photographs of Emmitt Powell proudly standing next to local celebrities. The same jukebox plays from a selection of gospel, jazz, and soul. (Luther Vandross crooned on this particular evening.) The added dash of sophistication is noticeable but has not changed the charm and honesty of Powell’s Place.