A friend and I resumed a long tradition we have of taking a day trip to New Orleans. We only live about 3 hours away, so we can snack around pretty good for an afternoon.
I had been reading about Drago's oysters on this board for some time so I was lobbying for that and Liuzza's. After hashing it out, oysters seemed a better choice. Liuzza's next time for sure.
Metairie can be a confusing place, but Drago's was pretty easy to find, after asking for directions. We ordered the barbecued oysters, gumbo, and a shrimp corn bisque which was recommended by the waiters. The verdict, gumbo fair, bisque fair, oysters outstanding. We'll probably start our next outing there with a dozen each.
Our next stop was still undecided. We wanted some traditional fried food and decided to seek out Bozo's which is supposed to be great. After getting directions from our waiter, we searched and searched but couldn't find it. We got some more specific directions from a waitress at the Morning Call and finally found it. The place had no street sign and
was closed on Mondays.
The next place we thought of was Deanie's. We found it and after seeing the portions being served, decided to give it a chance. I wouldn't call eating there a mistake, but for New Orleans, the food was unusually bland, very little seasoning on my fried shrimp and oysters. My buddy's seafood salad was pretty uninspired also, he left most of it.
Probably the best part of that experience was our waitress, a cute local girl who was amazingly ticked about something the entire time. The tipoff was the karate kicks she was delivering to the kitchen door. When I saw the first one, I sort of assumed that was how you entered the kitchen here. After the second and third, I noticed that no one else was using this technique; they mostly sort of backed in. My friend asked if she was upset about something and she replied, "VERY". Enough said, we left a large tip and headed out.
Our next stop was for coffee as we needed a short break from food. So of course, in Metairie its the Morning Call for coffee. Also, we wanted to tip the waitress who had earlier stopped what she was doing to patiently draw us a map to Bozo's. I love the coffee there, its really half milk and half chickory coffee. It's exactly the way my grandmother used to fix it for me when I was a child.
We had finished our coffee, when we noticed our waitress was undeniably upset about something. Seems there was a mixup about tips. Somebody had picked up hers that had no business picking them up. A colorful dialogue ensued as to what should be done with such a person. Let's just say that we agreed with her that nothing could be too harsh in a case like this. I don't know what became of this, but we did see the accused perpetrator vainly trying to convince someone that he didn't know what was going on. He probably should be seeking employment elsewhere.
It seemed that a cloud of dissension was following us around,so we decided to head back to Alabama, but not before stopping at Dorignac's to pick some local groceries. I'd like to say that we encountered more exciting local color there, but unfortunately there was no more adventure. We did however luck into the lagniappe pack of Community Coffee.
The highlight of the return trip was a stop at Little Ray's in downtown Long Beach, just off Hwy 90. The guy has converted an old downtown storefront into a poboy and more restaurant. Very good shrimp poboy,shrimp piled high on N.O. French bread, not so good roast beef,[the beef was processed stuff].
But better than all of that was a beautiful blonde young woman sitting at the next table with an equally beautiful 9 month old baby girl. We of course oohed and aahed over the infant and chatted with the woman.
Great end to a great day