We three, Mother, Mama Gina and I, went to NOLA's for Saturday lunch, and it was really good. Mother had three-or so-too-many Martini's (she picked up the check, so I'm not sure they're 10 cents apiece on the weekends).
I had the Garlic Mussels in Red Chile Broth, Mama Gina (remember it's Lent and she's a passionate Catholic)
had the Barbecued Shrimp on a Rosemary Biscut, Mother had Turtle Soup.
Our entrees were Grilled Ribeye for Mother, the Grilled Swordfish with Linguini and Pesto for Mama G, and I had the Salmon (I've been fighting through a Salmon addiction for about five years) with Maquechoux, a chile glaze and Aoli. Personally, if someone's fasting or abstaining (I learned about abstention in Catechism class but it'll never work for me, it's fast or gorge!) I try to eat along with them. so no Ribeye for me! Mother has no religion and no such dining ethics. Mother said the steak was wonderful but by then she was half-soused. It probably was wonderful though, because Emeril's restaurant's are one of Frank's friend in the meat business's accounts and they only sell TOP quality
We had two bottles of wine - a young Chablis, a 2002 from Dauvissat (sommelier's recommendation), drank great with the appetizers and a light red, a Pinot Noir from Gary Ferrell in the Russian River Valley, California (I generally don't like California but I didn't want to appear too bossy and so on). The Chablis really was very fine and will only get better, I plan to buy three or four bottles for my secret cache.
No dessert, we went down the street to La Marquise for coffee and I thought a bite of pastry. but everyone was too full. It's interesting, at one time the whole staff at La Marquise was Latino, now they're all
Vietnamese. Two lovely teenage girls were behind the counter.
The point was to talk over some vexing wedding invitation problems for friends of friends and
in-laws of my parents cousins. Neither my Mom and Dad have extensive families, while both of Frank's parents do. In order to stay within the budget decreed by Dad, we have to stay below 505 invitees. And this means that with our allotment of 205 invitations, we will have to leave out some people who were invited to both of my sisters weddings. We got nothing done about this Saturday but apparently everything was worked out Sunday at Mama Gina's.
We dropped my Mama Gina at home and went to my place and Mother and I napped and freshened up before MY Frank came over and the Saturday evening dinner horror story began.
See previous post about Padrino's.
Mama Gina out did herself with Sunday lunch. She told me Saturday that everything but the fish was ready
Franks's dad, also Frank, appeased my Mother with a nice old Barolo (1989) while Frank and I tried to recover from our Saturday evening ordeal.
Mama Gina had done a Redfish Courtbouillion for the first course and Braciolone for the secondi. The Braciolone was very spinachy, and the spinach and cheese was rolled up inside very tender, very thin
scalloppini type slices of beef (from the round, if you're interested) and slathered with a light tomato sauce that nearly melted in my mouth.
Frank (my Frank) had brought three bottles of (altogether there were eight of us, so we didn't exactly lush out) Patriglione from his apartment and that washed down dinner very well.
Dessert was fig cookies and Espresso.
As well as working out the invitation problems, Mama Gina and Mother agreed to visit one of Mama G's friends who has a St. Joseph's Altar, so Mother can see all the stuff that's going to be displayed. Mother (who is nominally Jewish - as is my whole family - but comes from a completely irreligious background) thinks the St. Joseph Altar custom sounds very Jewish, something to do with the harvest and the Tabernacle or the Temple and the first fruits wants to investigate personally. So they're going Wednesday, another episode in 'One Woman's Life.'