The side view mirror at the Hilton revealed that my worst fear had come true. After five days of business in NOLA my girlish figure had accumulated a nice pot, not surprisingly, right in the area of the culprit - my stomach. But every great party town has it price. In Las Vegas it's debt, unless you're lucky. In NOLA - it's the bulge, unless you have a tapeworm. Here's why...
Uglesich's. Every serious diner lodges fond memories of great eateries in their brain. For me it had been the No-Name in Boston before they installed the potted plants twenty years ago. Move over No-Name. Uglesich's moved to the top. A challenging location, frumpy appearance, mom and pop behind the counter (I asked if they would adopt me), earthy help, and the best damn seafoood in town - my dream restaurant. Let me just say, that at noon each day now, I face myself in the direction of Uglesich's and touch my head to the floor three times.
Now about their location, unless you were raised in Mayberry RFD, you will not find it as bad as some here have described. Have no fear. We took a cab there, but took the trolley back after concluding that this is not a war zone. In fact there are signs of neighborhood renovation. For NOLA entrepeneurs - what a great food mecca this could become...MOSCAs II, mini Mr. B - you get the picture,
From downtown take the St. Charles trolley and get off at ERATO. Look for the Wendy's and Popeyes on your right coming from downtown. Keeping Popeyes on your right, proceed up that street for about two blocks. The pearly gates will be on your right.
With places like this, it's hard to understand why convention attendees park themselves in the food court either at the hall or the Riverwalk. How do I say it politely, well, they're idiots. Within walking distance they could try..
Mothers. Named after the help, but they had to shorten the name so as not to offend. Oh sure, I got the "debris" poboy and loved it, but why did I leave the place feeling like I had an anxiety disorder. Was it the fact that the staff was unfriendly, and impatient with neophytes? Those marines on the wall - have them put the staff down for a quick twenty. There is nothing wrong with a blue-collar atmosphere, but hey clean this place up and train the staff in customer appreciation. Or just deliver. Somebody correct me if I'm off base here. And the bottom of the sub disintegrated by sitting in a lake of au jus. Is that normal?
Dinner at Bayona was as expected - fabulous. Nice decor, great service, sophisticated menu [yawn here].
As you can tell I prefer colorful places like Uglies where you can find the owner negotiating with a local fisherman over his catch. My favorite "joint" is a local pizza joint in Boston where on a weekend night it's not uncommon to find the loser of a street fight, come in bleeding an order a large slice with extra cheese. Better than the movies.
Back to Bayona - the garlic soup is killer, but for Pete's sake put it in something larger than a thimble. It's like serving a Hurricane in a dixie cup. Can I have more sir?
Sunday brunch? The wife and I loved The Court of Two Sisters. It has an assembly-line feel to it, but sitting in that courtyard drinking a Mimosa, is one of those lasting memories I've been talkng about. Hmmm - I can still taste the omelette.
You cannot go wrong at Mr. B's. Great dinner there. If you like chocalate desserts, they have two that had me nibbling into the plate I wanted the last crumb so bad.
I heard that Irene's is a treat, but was unable to fit it in. Worth a try anyone?
New Orleans - it's been twenty years - thank's again for the memories.