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.