Tag Archives: New Orleans
Gris Gris Gumbo Ya Ya is the first song on the first album by Dr. John The Night Tripper. Up until that time he was Mac Rebenack but in 1968 he began a process that changed him into Dr. John … Continue reading
Slim Goodies Diner 3322 Magazine St New Orleans, LA 70115-2411 (504) 891-3447 I guess people stay out too late in New Orleans to get up and eat breakfast. Finding a good place for breakfast close to our hotel turned out … Continue reading
I love the old Road Runner cartoons. The effortlessly superior Road Runner sporting nothing but the gifts that nature gave him continually bests the hapless Wile E. Coyote who must compensate for his shortcomings with technology. The company that Wile … Continue reading
Why is it so hard to get vegetables when you are eating out in restaurants that have not been processed into animal form. We have been in New Orleans for 6 days and veggies have been hard to come by. We went to Cooter Browns to watch football on Sunday and while the food was good it was all raw oysters, fried fish, crawfish pies and a thing called Broccoli Bites – Oooh, broccoli. We ordered some up and it turned out to be old broccoli cheese soup that had been spread out on a sheet pan, allowed to harden, cut into McNuggets, breaded and deep fried. The previous evening we had a grumpy salad at a sad establishment called the Trolley Stop and some lettuce, tomato and pickles on a Po Boy at Mothers on Tuesday was the extent of our vegetable intake. So here we were looking for cajun music and vegetables on Wednesday night and the intertubes revealed Mulate’s restaurant. It certainly fit the description and the menu on the website listed some entree salads as well as veggies served with the meals so we went. Continue reading
Those of you who have been to Commander’s Palace are nodding appreciatively right now. Those of you who have not need to put it on your culinary bucket list. I can’t even begin to adequately describe our meal this afternoon. … Continue reading
Every morning I get up, reach for the lamp, and run my hand over this thing.
The Sing Sing Monday Night Such was the refrain from a poor sap from Kansas City who had just finished his second hand grenade dacquiri. “They don’t have no see food in Kansas, only cows.” Strange vibes and bad craziness … Continue reading