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| Gulf Shrimp |
The Sugar Bowl has its
flaws. The Hokies kicker does steer a bad Karma, causing its loss. It can drive one crazy. But the Bayou delicacies will not steer
you wrong. It will absorb all the glorious pain...Skip the pretties like The
Commander Palace, Cochon, August, Emeril and go to where the locals go to eat
and “let the good times role”. My
aunt has lived in New Orleans for close to 40 years. My cousin was born and
raised here. (I will tell you more
later). They guided my way through the ordinaries.
It is surreal, listening to Japanese techno music, drinking sake on Frenchmen Street when a Hurricane and Jazz rhythm are drumbeats away on Bourbon Street... filled with the 1st timers. Creole or Cajun, Sassafras rules the depth of Gumbo like the gator rules the bayou. The Delta always floods with newcomers, constantly coming in with new flavors.
After spending a few days with family and friends in New Orleans, the tastes linger. To describe any food musts when you are in New Orleans will take me a few sessions. Until then, let us scratch the surface and sink our teeth in.
It is surreal, listening to Japanese techno music, drinking sake on Frenchmen Street when a Hurricane and Jazz rhythm are drumbeats away on Bourbon Street... filled with the 1st timers. Creole or Cajun, Sassafras rules the depth of Gumbo like the gator rules the bayou. The Delta always floods with newcomers, constantly coming in with new flavors.
After spending a few days with family and friends in New Orleans, the tastes linger. To describe any food musts when you are in New Orleans will take me a few sessions. Until then, let us scratch the surface and sink our teeth in.
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| Cajun Chicken and Sausage Gumbo |
Saint number 1: Gumbo and Po Boy
Creole or Cajun, the difference is minuscule. I prefer Cajun, no tomatoes in the alligator broth. We stopped at a hole in a wall, seafood market called Perino's on the West Bank. Surrounded by heapings of Gulf shrimp displayed on ice, the shrimp and oyster po-boy weas sweet and succulent. The chicken and sausage gumbo was just what I needed...as green as the bayou and as fierce as the green reptile, living in it.
Creole or Cajun, the difference is minuscule. I prefer Cajun, no tomatoes in the alligator broth. We stopped at a hole in a wall, seafood market called Perino's on the West Bank. Surrounded by heapings of Gulf shrimp displayed on ice, the shrimp and oyster po-boy weas sweet and succulent. The chicken and sausage gumbo was just what I needed...as green as the bayou and as fierce as the green reptile, living in it.
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| The Line |
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| What else? |
Saint number 2: Willie Mae's Fried chicken
Let me tell you; it is the best chicken ever. The line was about one hour long. This little joint in the 9th ward makes my heart weeps out, crying for joy. The crunchiness of the battered skin, the spiciness texture and the plumpness of the dark meat...it is worth the wait. The rice and beans have a hint of tanginess. The 9th ward has earned its resurrection.
Let me tell you; it is the best chicken ever. The line was about one hour long. This little joint in the 9th ward makes my heart weeps out, crying for joy. The crunchiness of the battered skin, the spiciness texture and the plumpness of the dark meat...it is worth the wait. The rice and beans have a hint of tanginess. The 9th ward has earned its resurrection.
Saint number 3: Cafe Du Monde Beignet
The layer of crisp, soft fried dough with powdered sugar is simple. But with the Jackson Square nearby and the jazz surround sound, the concoction is divine with the earthy chicory.
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