if you think filth, dust, and grease are funky, this is the place to eat. if you like peeling paint over your head (and over the food), then this is the place to eat. if you find it intriguing to wonder when someone last dusted the fixtures, then come quick to lupie's. if you think it's cool to drink from mason jars, then here is the place for you.
the "cincinatti" [their deliberate misspelling] chili is inauthentic, awful. my dinner companion, a gentle and kind man, said of his burger, "it's big." he also said sweetly of the restaurant, "it's beyond charming." when you walk in, the lobby telegraphs indifference and contempt for customers. that is when to walk out.
the cole slaw was not vile, but it just made it to ordinary. corn bread is dry. i do not comprehend how anyone can come back to this place despite the poverty chic that it exudes. if i thought faux poverty and real dirt were automatically chic, i would just renounce all wealth, wear diapers, and walk about as a mendicant seeking alms, and will before i eat here again or even put my car into their gravel parking lot. nothing aboutlupie'sis worth your time, effort, or money, except the satisfaction of having been to a superlative restaurant, easily one of charlotte's worst.