Gourmet & Gourmand

Some friends of mine recently started a he said/she said (strike that, reverse it) blog about a topic that never gets old: food in New Orleans. I’ve been checking it quite often because unlike this old lady with baby on board, they GET AROUND. So when I have the inkling to try a new restaurant, I check their blog first because odds are that they’ve a) already been there and b) have posted on it before the idea to go was even a glimmer in my unused martini glass.

Thus, by the time I finally made it to Bouligny Tavern and realized that oh my god I freaking LOVE it, they’d already been several times and had posted a photo to boot. Here she blows.

Really Freakin' Naughty

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AFTER:

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Devil Wears Diapers

It’s true. I’ve been MIA for an inexcusably long amount of time. But I’ve got a new boss, and she’s really been riding me. Here’s a glimpse of what I’m dealing with on a day-to-day basis:

And if you think that’s bad, it’s nothing compared to the way she berates my assistant:

Yet she does have her good points. For a while she was really into going to lunch, which suited me just fine. Here she is at Il Posto:

And later she graced Green Goddess:

But she’s a mercurial little thing, and I learned one day the hard way that this joy in lunching does not -- under any circumstances – extend to sushi restaurants. How did I learn this, you may ask? Because she broke the serene silence with a piercing scream, and as I struggled to feed (read: quiet) her while simultaneously shielding myself from the pubescent waiters, she karate-chopped my chopsticks off my plate and across the room.

This chick is not to be crossed.

Exsqueeze Me?

Guys? What’s an Eiffel Society? I know I’ve been off the books for a while (explanation to follow), but man do I feel out of it. Until recently, I thought the eyesore on St Charles and Josephine was maybe the redheaded stepchild to another of our city’s architectural blunders, downtown’s Plaza D'Italia. Behold:

But now I’m supposed to believe it’s some section of the Eiffel Tower transplanted here for our dining pleasure? I don’t get it. Please illuminate.