things consumed in new orleans

In alphabetical order:

Abita beer, two pints
Advil, one pill
Barbecue lobster, one tail
Barbecue pork sandwich, one, with coleslaw
Beignet, one


Biscuit, one, with strawberry jam
Blueberry cobbler, one, with ice cream
Cafe au lait, one, iced
Crawfish, four, boiled
Foie gras, with pepper jelly


Gin cocktail, one, by the esteemed Chris McMillian
King cake, one sample slice
Lima bean puree, with cornbread
Lucky dog, one, with mustard and ketchup
Oysters, half a dozen, fire-roasted
Oysters, half a dozen, raw


Omelet, one, with parmesan and salad
"Perfect" oatmeal, one, at Starbucks
Profiteroles, three, with espresso ice cream and salted caramel
Rabbit livers, fried, served with pepper jelly
Salad Lüke
Salami pizette
Sancerre, half a bottle


Shrimp, half a dozen, grilled, with chow chow
Satsuma sorbet, three mini scoops, with cat's tongue cookies
Sazerac, one, unfinished
Strawberry milkshake, one, with breakfast
Zucchini salad, shaved with goat cheese, mint, and pecans


Lest you think Dan and I (okay, me) are total gluttons, we managed to do a few things in New Orleans other than stuff our faces. Like walk around the Garden District, peruse vintage cookbooks at Kitchen Witch, tour the place where Mardi Gras floats get made, watch LeBron hit "the shot" during the playoffs from a fluffy hotel bed, and read by the pool. I'm happy to have seen this great old city once again, with its romantic balconies, and towering magnolia trees, and drunk, sunburned tourists downing dacquiris in the street. But most of all, to enjoy its cocktails and oysters and endless delicious fried things. New Orleans is by far one of the best food cities you can visit—on that note, run, don't walk to Cochon and Cochon Butcher in the Warehouse District. Both restaurants were simply incredible.

And now I am off to eat a salad.