...and I'll be rolling right along with them, I ate so much this past weekend. Ugh! Can we please call a halt to the skinny jeans trend and skip straight to the I-ate-my-way-through-vacation-jeans trend?
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It appears that it is nearly impossible to have a bad meal in New Orleans. I say *nearly* only because, hypothetically speaking, if one is so intent on getting to Saks Fifth Avenue that one passess all the cute bistros on a five mile road and doesn't discover one is starving until one is actually in Saks, one might be forced to eat at "Cafe Sbarro." Hypothetically speaking, of course.
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I forgot my camera. I could just absolutely kick myself for this, because the architecure and details of New Orleans are truly a feast for the eyes.
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Here are some food lessons learned in New Orleans:
1) Everything is better with butter and garlic.
2) A perfect meal just might be lamb meatballs served with an eggplant and tomato sauce, topped with fresh provolone and arugula.
3) Or it might be the world's most perfectly prepared scallops.
4) Or red wine and crawfish risotto.
5) Or crawfish crepes (OMG. So frickin' good).
6) Or just about anything there.
7) Except Sbarro.
Showing posts with label New Orleans. Show all posts
Showing posts with label New Orleans. Show all posts
Tuesday, April 5, 2011
Sunday, April 3, 2011
Beignet, Done Dat
First, some background. Attorney Mom and I are having a reunion in New Orleans. Long time readers may remember that Attorney Mom was my partner in crime in Savannah for ages. Then she had the gall to up and leave me, returning home to Kansas City to raise her children closer to family. Gah. This has been a tragic event in my life. BUT, now we are in New Orleans pretty much eating our way through the French Quarter and beyond.
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The first order of business, naturellement, has been to discover the city's best beignets. We take this endeavor very seriously. After three well considered taste testings in approximately 13 hours, we have a winner. Cafe Beignet, on Royal (just in case you're in the neighborhood) is the clear winner. Cafe du Monde, surly waiter and all (note to future diners - asking for coffee to be decaf AND served with milk is one request too many), gets all the fanfare, but the beignets were average. However, here's the interesting discovery: after Attorney Mom's apparently too high maintenance request for milk, I was scared to ask for sugar for my coffee. Turns out powdered sugar shaken off a beignet does just fine.
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The first order of business, naturellement, has been to discover the city's best beignets. We take this endeavor very seriously. After three well considered taste testings in approximately 13 hours, we have a winner. Cafe Beignet, on Royal (just in case you're in the neighborhood) is the clear winner. Cafe du Monde, surly waiter and all (note to future diners - asking for coffee to be decaf AND served with milk is one request too many), gets all the fanfare, but the beignets were average. However, here's the interesting discovery: after Attorney Mom's apparently too high maintenance request for milk, I was scared to ask for sugar for my coffee. Turns out powdered sugar shaken off a beignet does just fine.
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