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April 20, 2010


Beignets next time at Cafe Beignet, 334 Royal Street, and any of the John Besh restaurants.

You really don't get to blame hurricanes. They are a force of nature. A force for good, I think.

7-11 cherry slurpees with rum and a blender make a very reasonable facsimile of a hurricane. However, bourbon street has no reasonable alternative, so howevermuch you can retain the drink, the experience is probably lost.

Welcome back!

(hope that wasn't too loud)

Beignets next time at Cafe Beignet, 334 Royal Street

Did it. We stayed at The Monteleone, so that was a logical destination in the early hours.

The beignets at Cafe Du Monde should be illegal

Export them to Guantanamo Bay, and maybe after the skies clear over the UK we can get the British government to offer them asylum here.


It is simply impossible to a) find a bad restauarant (they are required by law...I think...to range from Excellent to OMFG) in New Orleans, the only city where I could wander around for an hour just staring at menus and b) to not enjoy yourself to the point that wretched excess rears its head.

The WWII museum is great, but these new revelations about Steven Ambrose (one of the main movers for that) are disappointing, to say the least.

Can I be the first to say that it's too bad you didn't visit before Katrina?

I missed the museum when I was last there due to conference obligations. More's the pity since I've now spent the better part of a year writing about WWII and about Ambrose and Spielberg. Ambrose's scholarly star has been tarnished for a while, but he did know how to spin a yarn. No Ambrose, no Saving Private Ryan.

My favorite discovery while in New Orleans was The Coffee Pot. Best chicken and sausage gumbo I found anywhere, and I tried a bunch.

Next time you're in Louisiana, make sure you get to Lafayette, preferably for the Festival International de Louisiane, or the Crawfish Festival in Breaux Bridge.

My favorite is still Michaul's.

New Orleans is great because they serve beer. You should also check out the Amtrak station.

I made it down in 2002, but I was honestly a little green to do enough damage. I did manage to contribute to my untimely demise at du Monde as well. There's just something about breakfasting at 11:30 am on steaming weekday mornings in May (why did we go for a full week in May? I'll never know) with steaming fresh-fried sweetbread topped with powdered sugar and steaming chickory coffee with horses trotting by and live music. Just hot, sweet, and hot. Glad you had a good time. Now you can reminisce with Treme, too.

[Very mild spoiler]: (Coming, as I did, from Madison Wis., then, I guess I can't complain about another use of my state as the home of the typically jejune midwestern do-gooding naifs who manage to get themselves into trouble in Treme's second episode. It doesn't make it any less cliched, but somehow we've gotten ourselves deep into screenwriters' unconscious as the non-southern backwater of backwaters. Ah well, here are are worse fates, as long as one doesn't take oneself too seriously.)

Glad you got to enjoy it; The one time I visited New Orleans, (During a major SF convention.) I'd put my foot down a post hole several days before. All that fancy cooking, and the only place I could reach on crutches was the Popeye's next to the hotel...

When I got home I learned to make my own caramel flan just to make up for it.

the week after a trip to NO, i want to listen to nothing but Clifton Chenier. the week after that, i don't want to hear any zydeco at all, ever again.

if it wasn't for NOLA American music would be Stephen Foster and John Phillip Sousa. Worse, it would be ersatz Eurovision pop.

Maybe bluegrass would still have happened. Other than that all roads lead to New Orleans.

NOLA is the mother lode.

Second on Cochon. We got the boucherie plate and boudin for the table, and that was enough to vault it into the best restaurant I've been to this year.

Maybe bluegrass would still have happened

i've read claims that bluegrass came from a blend of old-time hillbilly music and things like ragtime and jazz - which were all popular in the 30s/40s when bluegrass was invented. i don't really hear the jazz link, though. maybe it's just that they are both highly-technical and improvisational - and that doesn't require common descent, just parallel evolution of a common feature is enough.

regardless, you're right: NOLA is the heart of much of what we know as "American" music.

I like American music. Do you like American music?

Don't you like American music, baby?

i was born too soon

Let me third the greatness of Cochon. All the meats there are delicious. A standout in a city filled with excellent restaurants.

I still prefer Cafe du Monde's beignets over Beignet Cafe, though the latter is somewhat easier to get in/out of.


Too bad about Johnny's. It's not to be missed. Next time.


all roads lead to New Orleans.

With a strong assist from Memphis.

Yeah TG, my brother's wife's father was saying that his family still goes, and that it's the oldest poboy merchant in the city.

Johnny's motto: "Even our mistakes are edible."

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