Just got back from a great weekend in New Orleans. If I'm honest, I'm still a little food drunk.
Herbsaint, Lüke, Felix's, Cocqutte, Willie Mae's.................. and that's not even getting into the fabulous night at Preservation Hall.
Pro tip: If you go to a restaurant and see something you don't recognize, don't tell your wife what you think it might be without consulting the Book of Armaments. My wife looked at the Herbsaint menu when we were seated and said, "What's 'teres major'?" And, me being quite devoid of common sense to see it was the most expensive thing and listed last, I said, "It sounds like it might be a Gulf fish or something." So that's what she ordered. We didn't check the internet, didn't ask the server. We just went with "it's fish!" and prepared to be delighted. (Those of you who already know what teres major is can see the comedy approaching)
You can imagine all the jokes we came up with over the rest of the weekend. "Grilled beef fish" being a favorite, and wondering what cheese made from the milk of this particular fish would taste like. Dish was tasty, but I'm an idiot.
