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I’ve always heard that the Mexican food in San Antonio is great. Unfortunately, most of my San Antonio meals happen on the trip between there and Austin. Recently, some co-workers and I found a location of midwesten burger chain Freddy’s Frozen Custard just off I-35.
I went with the patty melt. It was a good choice.
Eliza has been saying for a while that the next big thing in food is gelatin, but I think it’s pie. I suppose she must not disagree entirely, because this book recently appeared at our house. And now, with this article appearing in the Times, it’s clear that pie’s time has come.
This weekend, we made one of my personal favorites: chess pie. For the uninitiated, chess pie is quintessentially Southern, a sort of proto-pecan pie. Our friend Elizabeth did a nice writeup on chess pie over at the Green Olive blog earlier this year.
But the real winner of our pie experimentation so far is the first one Eliza made: Tar Heel Pie. This isn’t something I had ever heard of, but with a name like Tar Heel Pie, how could you go wrong? It’s like a pecan pie, but chocolate and with the pecans chopped and mixed in.
New Yorkers didn’t quite know what to make of it. Was it a bar with good food? A restaurant that was fun? In any case, it was an immediate hit, a seat at one of its cramped tables so coveted that Frank Bruni, in a mostly admiring review in the Times, deemed the place a “gastromelee.” Message boards abounded with proudly masochistic anecdotes about what one blogger called the “hipster bloodsport” of trying to get in.
New Orleans, yesterday is going to he hard to beat. But let’s try. First stop is breakfast at Luke.
A few months back, Anthony Bourdain remarked that there’s no place on earth like you, New Orleans. Grillades and grits is a great example. I had never heard of it and I’ve never had anything like it. Highlight of the trip.
Chicken and waffles for Eliza.
Let’s go for a walk, New Orleans. You can sing us a song. “Do you know what it meeeeeeeans…”
Let’s try something completely different. What’s that? Another John Besh restaurant? Do they have grillades and grits?
A pork sandwich will have to do.
After a dinner (with no photos) at Herbsaint, we’ve got one final meal with you, New Orleans. Our last breakfast at Luke was lovely. Let’s do that again.
Eliza will have the pate. I’ll help her out. Doesn’t she look dainty?
Excuse me, New Orleans. Will you pass me my wide angle lens? Otherwise, I’m not going to be able to fit this soft shell crab sandwich in this camera’s meager frame. And yes, that is a fried egg on top.
Eliza’s mom had a fried oyster salad featuring the bacon of one Mr. Allan Benton.
That was fun, New Orleans. Let’s do it again soon.