December 26, 2009
November 23, 2009
Just hours after we landed in New Orleans and I attended to some Very Important Business, Mr. Onepot and I donned the duds that make us look like a couple of proper young Republicans (yes, your food is good enough to justify even that requirement) and headed straight over. And there you were, all these years and a hurricane later: still exactly the same, right next to that nudie girl neon sign on the western end of Bourbon St.
Oh, your soft shell crab in its many incarnations: as an appetizer, along some amazing shrimp; on top of a popmano, to make a good thing even better; as an entree, starring as its own lovely self…
Oh, your pumpkin cheesecake! somehow not even remotely related to the tired, predictable version that we typically encounter everywhere around this time of year…
And then, just as we thought we couldn’t get any happier, you surprised us by combining three of our favorite things: coffee, booze, and fire! Where has cafe brulot been my whole life?
Many thanks, dear Galatoire’s. We will keep coming back despite your Republican dress code; we know you don’t mean it.
November 14, 2009
Dear Slightly Creepy Alinea Waitstaff,
Yes, you: the ones who seemed to know before I did precisely when I would need to pee, and materialized instantly to pull out the table for me. (?) The ones who made sure a fresh napkin was waiting for me when I returned. (What had I done to the other one? Was it that bad?) You who presented me with smoking pillows, and leaves on fire, and specific instructions regarding the order in which the chef would like me to consume a specific plateful. You who brought me things like this, over six and a half deliciously exhausting hours:
Thanks, all. I haven’t forgotten, despite the heavy traffic of scrumptiousness that I’ve been lucky to experience since then. I will be back as soon as I’m done recovering.
Onepot, who also sometimes sets things on fire
Note to self: have yet to make that burning leaf recipe; seems like the right season.