Any trip to New Orleans includes some fantabulous meals. I tend to go to the same places much of the time, but try to include a new place or two on every trip.
My first meal in New Orleans this time was at Eat Restaurant, half a block from where my French Quarter studio was located. I’d eaten at Eat back in 2009. My dinner had been fried green tomatoes and spaghetti back then. My recollection was that the food was fine, but nothing too memorable. This time I stopped in and ordered the spicy deviled eggs with bacon. There were 5 deviled eggs, which were good, but not particularly spicy. You can also order them with salmon instead of bacon, but y’all know how I feel about salmon! I then ordered a side order of butter beans with shrimp. OMG, Becky! It was smokey, rich and had some nice zing to it. I wasn’t expecting to like it quite that much. I intended to go back a day or two later to get the entrée size, but they were closed 2 (or 3) days, so I didn’t get any more of those incredible butter beans with shrimp. Boo hoo!
Shrimp Remoulade from Galatoire’s
Vietnamese Iced Coffee Donut from District
One evening I stopped in at Muriel’s for an appetizer of gulf shrimp risotto and a fleur-de-lis, some raspberry cocktail concoction. They were both so tasty!
On Tripadvisor everyone kept going on and on about the muffaletta at Albert’s Cheese and Wine Bistro in the French Market. I went there late morning to get one, but their reputation preceded them. There was already a line and the guy informed me that it would take about 15-20 minutes to get my order. I waited and my order was ready in the allotted amount of time. Unfortunately, I was due for lunch at Mr. B’s Bistro within 20 minutes, so took my muffaletta to go. It ended up in my refrigerator, so it wasn’t fresh when I finally got to chow down. After all the hype, I thought it was average. The one at Napoleon House is better, but my favorite remains the one at Central Grocery. I did, as usual, grab one from Central Grocery for my flight back to San Francisco. Whenever I open that on the flight, you can see the jealousy in everyone’s eyes!!!
Speaking of Mr. B’s Bistro, I finally got their famed BBQ Shrimp. I have a bit of an aversion to ripping heads and legs off of shrimp. I kindly asked the waiter if he could please ask the chef to remove the heads, in which case I’d go ahead and deal with the legs. Request granted! I began my lunch with their classic Gumbo YaYa and a $5.00 Champagne Royale, proceeded with the BBQ Shrimp and a $1.50 Bloody Mary, then ended with the Lemon Icebox Pie with Raspberry Sauce. Everything was divine! The sauce for the BBQ Shrimp was super buttery goodness and the Lemon Icebox Pie was decadent in a way that I never thought pie could be! They put a bib on me for the shrimp, brought a bowl for the shells and legs, and brought a couple of lemon slices and a damp napkin to cleanse my hands/fingers with. Even so, I made a straight-up mess with their white linen napkin! Once again, I have to mention that the service is first-rate. Plus, you’ve gotta’ love those cocktail specials during lunch Monday through Friday.
I also had lunch at Galatoire’s again. They had a 3-course prix fixe for a very reasonable $18, but… I also was craving their Shrimp Remoulade. So I ordered both the prix fixe AND the Shrimp Remoulade. A few bites into the Shrimp Remoulade reminded me why I particularly love theirs – it has a healthy dose of horseradish! For the prix fixe, the first course was duck and Andouille gumbo. It was rich, smokey and slightly gamey. The main course was a Creole shrimp omelette; good. I could only make it halfway through the omelette, though, before giving up. Yet, somehow, when the mocha panna cotta with whipped cream arrived at my table, I managed to finish the entire thing! Luscious! That was my final day in New Orleans, so I didn’t bother having any alcohol for lunch because, after 4 days in New Orleans, who really needs more alcohol?! As with Mr. B’s, the service at Galatoire’s is first-rate; very old school and professional.
One morning I had breakfast at Red Gravy, which is across Canal Street in the CBD. Red Gravy refers to marinara sauce. This restaurant is owned by an East Coast Italian. There have been many complaints about the service, but I decided to try it, anyway. First off, the restaurant is really cute, homey and rather intimate inside. I had no problems with the service because I chose to sit at the bar, where the bartender was quite attentive. I ordered the polpetta omelette, an omelette filled with Italian meatballs and covered with parmesan and marinara, which also came with potatoes and toast. I would say that it was better than average; most certainly, filling. I wouldn’t complain if I had to eat it again.
What else did I eat? Well… another meatloaf po’ boy from Killer Po’ Boys in the back of the Erin Rose Bar, a chicken salad sandwich from The Grill, a grilled shrimp po’ boy from Verti Marte, a (mediocre) portabella sandwich from Petite Amelie, a Vietnamese iced coffee donut from District Donuts & Sliders, some tasteless chicken from Kingfish and a blackberry snowball with some crazy good jamabalaya being sold on the street where the Mardi Gras Indians parade took place. That about covers the culinary part of it. I was eating “light” on this trip, so only gained 5 lbs. this time around. Besides, you must realize that my now oversized okole is currently doing extensive sit-ups and other exercises at home. Once my bedraggled knee heals a bit more, I’m taking my fat self back to the gym!
BBQ Shrimp from Mr. B’s Bistro
Bloody Mary from Mr. B’s Bistro