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09 March 2006
I'm back from New Orleans! I spent this week in the Big Easy on business. NO seems to be making a comeback, but it's strange being in a city big enough for a million people but only 150,000 residents. A few pics here.
Did you see my moms, skinny fragile looking blond lady, possibly wearing a pleather Arista gimme jacket that has a picture of a cat in a zoot suit playing a sax with the words "The Cats That Make it Happen" embroidered across the bottom?
(I'm going down in June or possibly earlier barring a million fucking complications)
Oh my, yes. We ate at Red Fish Grill, Tommy's Cuisine, Cafe Adelaide, Mother's, the Gumbo Shop, Cafe du Monde (of course), and a couple of others. I think I gained 10 pounds, mostly due to the bananas foster bread pudding with bourbon sauce from Tommy's.
Did you see my moms, skinny fragile looking blond lady, possibly wearing a pleather Arista gimme jacket that has a picture of a cat in a zoot suit playing a sax with the words "The Cats That Make it Happen" embroidered across the bottom?
Nope. But we did see our fair share of odd characters. An we stayed in the same hotel as Denzel Washington.
Nope. But we did see our fair share of odd characters.
When my mom is in NO she looks like every other eccentric, poor weirdo in that city, when she comes to NYC she looks like a fashion genius from the future, a woman in soho asked here where she got her sweater from and moms said "kmart" and the woman got mad because my mom wouldn't tell her where she really got it.
I just want one fucking BBQ shrimp sandwhich and a plate of gumbo from that place by the racetrack. I'm a decent guy, is that so much to ask?
Also, last week I had a french fry poboy. For those of you not familiar, it's french fries on crusty french bread, with melted cheese , shredded lettuce, and brown gravy.
I could actually listen to my arteries telling me to fuck off.
Please don't rock my soul..
'Cause I don't want my soul to be rocked.
(except by Green Gumbo)!
That's exactly what I want, I'ma start walking now, barring sudden foot falloff or some time in the Alabamma slamma please have the gumbo ready in about two months.
The beignets were certainly one of the highlights of the trip. There are certain food items you just can't get anywhere else in the world. The other food highlight was the oyster poboy I had at Mother's. Simply incredible.
photo by splunge
photo by TheophileEscargot
photo by Kronos_to_Earth
photo by ethylene
