I have more trouble writing about food in New Orleans than any other place on earth. Nowhere more than on the N.O. board is the phrase, “For every opinion, there is an equal and opposite opinion” better demonstrated. Or to put it a little less politely, “In all matters of opinion, my adversaries are insane.”
I spent 5 days in N.O. the week between French Quarter Fest and Jazz & Heritage Fest. First let me say that if you have not visited since the ‘event’, start planning a visit now. Everyone. They still need us. If you can plan some volunteer work while you are there, great. But even if you cant do that, stay in their hotels, eat in their restaurants, listen to their music, buy a t-shirt. You will be helping more than you can imagine. And they will be grateful. Even the people who work 12 hours straight in those daiquiri windows on Bourbon St and the Lucky Dog vendors will take an opportunity to say “Thanks you for coming to New Orleans.”
And I cant say enough nice things about The Biscuit Palace as a place to stay.
We had no bad meals. We didn’t even have any mediocre or pretty good meals. Everything was wonderful. I’m certain that many will have had similar dishes at other places that they feel are much superior. But I live in Milwaukee, and this was only my fifth visit to New Orleans. It will take many more visits before I decide which was best. Vive la difference!
Most of the places we ate have been well discussed here. They include Coop’s, K-Paul’s, Port Of Call, Adolfo’s (possibly my favorite restaurant in New Orleans), Petunia’s, Clover Grill, Fiorello’s, and Marigny Brasserie (which was the high-end find of the trip—really outstanding!) Plus, on three different occasions, I went over to Acme for some charcoal grilled oysters while my wife was napping.
But here were a couple of places that I have not seen mentioned too much anywhere, and are more than worthy of a visit by hounds.
Kelly’s Diner. I was looking for a place I had had breakfast at a few years ago, and I’m pretty sure this was it. It is a couple of doors up from the Esplanade end of French Market Place. This place is barely mentioned anywhere, much less on this board. It seems to be mostly area workers drifting in for carry-out. There is a menu that can be viewed on menuorleans.com. I had a seafood omelet and grits for breakfast with a Bloody Maria. The omelet was fluffy and stuffed with shrimp, scallops and crawfish. Delicious and cheap, an unbeatable combination.
Nawlins Flava. We took the cemetery tour on Sunday and it ended at a Voodoo temple on Rampart Street, and this place was right next door. I broke a lot of personal rules going in this place. For me, any place with ‘Nawlins’ in the name is about as enticing as a place with a guy dressed as a hand grenade out front. ‘Flava’? Who could this place possibly be trying to attract with a name like this other than tourists who (incorrectly) consider themselves to be hip and trendy. But I was on Rampart Street, not Bourbon Street, and this place was obviously neither a tourist destination nor trendy. We looked at the menu, decided to take a chance, and am I ever glad we did! The place is sure nothing to look at, but the food was absolutely fantastic, and very inexpensive for its quality. My wife had a simple breakfast of pancakes and eggs and bacon; she said they were perfectly made, and there was no scrimping on the portions. I had Eggs St <somebody> which consisted of two crabcakes topped by two poached eggs, and all this topped by a crawfish hollandaise. It was incredibly delicious. With coffee, this meal was well less than $20.00, and it was budget find of the trip!
I’ve been home a week. My packages of pralines, remoulade, popcorn rice, and other food items that we shipped home (along with all the books and local artwork that we bought have arrived. They will have to tide us over until we can return, but I am already itchy to get back.