New Orleans Dec. 28, 2006 - Jan. 1, 2007
In light of the apparent post-Katrina interest here on these boards, I thought I would share my experiences there last weekend. I stuck to the Warehouse District, French Quarter, Garden District and Business District, so my experiences and observances are limited to those areas. Although there are plenty of establishments open for business, it is impossible not to notice the empty real estate and snail's-pace construction on certain restaurants and hotels that seem ambivalent about re-opening. Granted, there are larger issues at work - a diminished work force for instance (more on that later), but this is still a city that's fighting to come back to its former self. I had dinner with a resident who stayed through Katrina; she warned me about the dangers of the "just desperate" people in certain pockets of the city. My experience (albeit limited) supported her warning. On a few occasions, some panhandlers seemed determined and menacing enough to follow me for blocks before giving up on trying to get money. However, aside from those relatively seldom occasions, I felt perfectly safe, and at times, it was impossible not to feel safe considering that my party was the only one on the streets during certain weekday daylight hours. (By the end of the weekend, the French Quarter area filled up considerably as the Sugar Bowl crowd was filing into the city.)
I would not hesitate to visit N.O., though, even though it is currently a shadow of its former self. For starters, it could use the tourist dollars. Furthermore, there are too many open and thriving eating and drinking locales churning out great food not to visit just because of some old hurricane. Here are some of my experiences.
Day One: Herbsaint and August
On a Thursday night, Herbsaint was quite busy. My meal was good, even excellent, but I did not think that there was necessarily anything about this particular restaurant that was special to New Orleans. In fact, I think if you went to sleep and Peter Pan entered your bedroom in the middle of the night and flew you off to Herbsaint, when you opened your eyes, you could not tell Peter where you were at. It is best described as a solid, urban restaurant, the likes of which every large city has, and is glad to have. If I were a local, I'd probably dine here more often, but it was a bit of a letdown on my first night in N.O.
We finished the night with a drink and dessert at
August, John Besh's restaurant. Even though it was inching towards closing time, it was crowded. I wish I had a picture of the rum cake with cream cheese frosting I had, and all the white chocolate shavings it was garnished with, but after so many martinis, you forget about taking pictures. It was a fabulous dessert.
Day Two: Parasol's Bar (Po'Boys) and Cochon
As I was touring the Garden District, I had lunch at Parasol's Bar, in the Irish Channel/Lower Garden District area. They specialize in the roast beef Po Boys and that's what I had. For seven dollars, you received a monster sized sandwich which contained extremely tender, highly seasoned beef, "dressed" with lettuce, tomato, mayo and pickle. This is an LTH-kind of a place. You wouldn't necessarily think that this dive-bar served food unless you were told that in advance. At 11:30 a.m., there were lots of old seadogs at the bar, smoking and nursing a shot with a beer chaser.
Cochon was, far and away, my favorite restaurant during my short sojourn in N.O. The chef/owner here is Donald Link, who also is the chef/co-owner of Herbsaint. Cochon is Chef Link's homage to the Southern Lousiana cooking he grew up on, which means a lot of artery-clogging stuff. I was there with a large group, and it was the sort of thing where the dishes were ordered in advance and kept coming out of the kitchen. The standouts: the Boudin balls, a cajun version of
arancini; and the namesake
cochon and garlicky, wood-fired baked oysters; others loved the head cheese and chicken livers.
(Unfortunately, I was too busy eatin' and drinkin' to photograph the food.)
Day Three: Cafe Du Monde - Cafe And Beignets and Upperline
Upon approach, this felt like the obligatory tourist stop:
Lots of rowdy tourists, located in the main strip in the French Quarter. This was not the place where I wanted to linger long. Luckily, the cafe au lait hit the spot and the beignets were divine:
Despite its notoriety on the tourist circuit, I thought Cafe du Monde's beignets, light and pillowy in texture, far exceeded another French Quarter chain, Cafe Beignet, which I visited on Day 4. Those beignets were too crisp on the outside and too chewy on the inside for me.
Dinner that night was at Upperline, a genteel, sort of Southern place in the Garden District. The restaurant, an institution, was divided into several rooms which gave you the impression that you were eating in someone's house. The only option (and not a bad one) was a four course meal for $40.00. Typical of these sort of prix fixe menus, you had the choice of several options per course. As one New Orleans transplant says, to "kick things up a notch," you can add lump crab to any dish you ordered. Every course ordered at the table was extremely plentiful and top-notch and prepared perfectly - from the mundane, such as filet mignon, to the local specialty, Cane River Country River Shrimp, to the delicious desserts. The Gumbo, offered as a course, was by far, the best gumbo I had in New Orleans; swampy, spicy goodness. All in all, one of the best meals I've had since the night before, which is to say at Cochon. Really good eats in New Orleans.
As with any good restaurant, it was a good omen at Upperline that the owner appeared at our table to check in with us. Of course, as with any semi-age conscious person, her photo on Upperline's website is about twenty years outdated, but I appreciate the fact that she's there, doing her thing, as opposed to, say, throwing down challenges upon unsuspecting potential Food Network subjects.
Day Four: New Years' Eve
As mentioned above, this day began with beignets also. Here was where I really experienced the diminished workforce due to Katrina. While every single bar, restaurant and cafe I frequented seemed to be stretching its existing workers thin, Cafe Beignet was no exception. It had a lone counter woman, who was responsible for making every single cafe au lait and coffee ordered, making drip coffee, refilling the thermal carafes with more drip coffee, filling pastry orders and taking payment. The line was out the door because they were clearly short-staffed. Imagine if Starbucks had to operate like this? Throughout N.O., I heard several hospitality industry workers grumble about the long hours due to the general short-"staffedness" of most establishments. It was definitely at its worst New Years' Eve and Day, undoubtedly when many workers took days off or called in.
Having absolutely no clue what to do for the big New Year's Eve, some friends graciously planned a last-minute four-course revillon at a BYOB restaurant called
"Eat!." in the French Quarter. The theory was that places not serving alcohol would not be filled on New Year's Eve. My friends were right, and Eat! accommodated 15 of us at the last minute. Here's where the general quality of the restaurant scene in New Orleans shined. I'm accustomed to Chicago (and most other places) where set New Year's Eve dinners are bound to be disappointments, after-thoughts, and overpriced, the restaurants figuring that they'll still come out ahead and everyone's too damn drunk to care.
For $40, excluding tax and tip, this little hole-in-the-wall in New Orleans gave us excellently-prepared food for the money and didn't call in the second-string kitchen lineup to hobble together a half-assed dinner. We chose from a gumbo or sausage and head cheese for a first course, a salad for a second, a shrimp pasta, braised short rib, or pork loin for a third, and bread pudding or cake for dessert. The only course that wasn't too good was dessert, but for $40 on New Year's Eve, I'm not complaining.
Days Two, Three, Four and Five: The Carousel Lounge in the Hotel Monteleone
Don't ask me how I ended up here four times in five days. Maybe I like the whirly bar, which spun two out of my four visits. Or the old school, no-nonsense bartenders. Or the central location. But you could do a lot worse, I think, for a drink in N.O.
The Carousel Lounge
Hotel Monteleone