Recently for Katherine’s birthday we headed farther south to a quiet little town called New Orleans. Needless to say we ate a lot of really good food, drank a lot of really good wine and stomached quite a lot of really bad liquor.
We went on Veterans Day weekend, when a football game and the magic 11-11-11 date drew a lot of brides and revelers to town. Lines seemed to be the norm anywhere we went. Above, is the queue for a beignet at the original Cafe Du Monde as the sign clearly says. Even though the place is open 24 hours there always seems to be a line for an overpriced donut.
Unwilling to wait in that line, we had breakfast at a great place just up the street called Stanley on Jackson Square, where we only had to wait 20 minutes at 9 a.m. to get in.
The coolest thing about Stanley, no it’s not the plastic megaphone-shaped “screamers” they sell drinks in, is that they make their own ice cream sodas, malts and milkshakes. That flavor mix was lemon Italian soda with blueberry cheesecake ice cream. It was awesome.
While we had a lot of great food in the French Quarter, our best meal was over in the Garden District. Above is Commander’s Palace. It may look like a bad fried fish shack one would find in new England, but inside is some of the best food in New Orleans and by far the best wine list I have ever found. Katherine made me leave the camera in the room when we went to dinner each evening, probably for the best. I needed both hands to eat. (Although it would have provided proof not everything we ate was fried.) We recommend the turtle soup, the veal chop with grits, the bread pudding souffle and everything else on the menu.