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Tuesday, January 26, 2010

Geaux Saints! Who Dat!!!

So... for those of you who don't give a shit about football... the Saints are going to the Superbowl for the first time ever!!!! So, hopefully we will be able to buy a proper TV before Feb 7th! So, we will be cooking up some downhome Nawlins goodness! No crappy canned 9 layer dip and Tostitos Salsa for this household!!!

Ya'll pass by now!

Tuesday, January 12, 2010

nola, baby! part 8

So, thus ended our gluttonous weekend of feasting! So finally, we were headed to the airport - sad, yet glad to be going back. We all hopped into the rental car packed with bags, and we just fit everything in. We all had flights around 5 or 6, so we got there a couple hours early. We parted ways at the terminals. The FP and I got through the security line. And then he was pulled aside while security inspected his bag... he had a bottle of hairspray and some other things that were above the 3 oz limit, so they were confiscated. This is funny to me because I always get that stuff taken away, but he never does.

So we got to our terminal, and we were kinda hungry. Well, it was about dinner time. So we ate. Our last supper at Louis Armstrong Airport.

I had the bbq chicken. With jambalaya and greens. And a piece of soft cornbread. It was delicious. The chicken was yummy, the jambalaya was like soft and mushy, but in a good way. The greens were good too. The cornbread was okay, but I ate it.

The Food Pimp got the bayou combo or cajun combo, or whatever they call it. Red beans and rice with sausage, jambalaya, cornbread and gumbo. Yeah. All that. And he ate it - except for the cornbread. It was all really tasty. I mean, even for outside of airport standards, it was pretty good fast food! Not to say that some airports don't have good food...there's alot of shite at airports too....

So we got our food, and we were enjoying it, when the FP's sis and bro in law come up. They were in the same terminal. They kinda ogled our food, like, you're eating? But then it looked so good that you could tell that the sis was going to have some. But she was going to wait until we left. So we said goodbye again. We flew back to Denver. And we ate again. Yes we did. It was dinner time, and the Saints were playing the Patriots in the Dome. So we had a beer and dinner.

So, I'm not going to labor over this. It was okay. The french onion soup was okay. The ceaser was pretty good. The chicken and corn soup was... flavorful enough. Still pretty good for airport food. For outside of an airport, acceptable, but it wouldn't be something to post on facebook or twitter about.....

Thus ended our Nola Thanksgiving weekend!

Sunday, January 10, 2010

nola, baby! part 7!

So, our last day in Nola. What a long strange trip it'd been. We woke up, and the FP knew he wanted to go to Coop's Place. That's all he had on the brain all weekend. Must go to Coops. It was raining. I could tell that the FA wanted to go to the Napoleon House. Napoleon House is the FA's Coop's Place. The FA loves that place, with it's mufalettas and formal to the point of being rude waiters... all male I think, and it's abundance of mice. Cute little mice. They run around the dining room, around the patio. They are like tame mice. Not scared of people at all. One time we saw one stop right under a woman's seat, nibbling underneath her. We were horrified and entertained at the same time. She never saw it...like we were hoping. That would have been a scene!

So in the end, the younger man won out, and we got in a cab to go to Coop's Place, because it was raining and it was kinda far to walk. So from the getgo, you could tell that the FA was going to be uncooperative. We walked in, and the place was a bit busy. There was one round table that we could fit at. So we sat there. Next to the cat.

The cat in the window. Yes, they have animals in restaurants in New Orleans. God, I love that city! Notice how the cat's water and food bowls are restaurant dishes. I wonder if they use dedicated bowls for the cat or they change them out and mix them with the stuff they use for customers. I bet that would creep a lot of people out... like Canine Cologne! I'm generally not a germaphobe, but certain things do gross me out which makes no sense because I live like a dirty slob. I guess it's foreign germs, not the ones my body is used to that scares me. You know how on lysol commercials they depict germs on door knobs and phones and faucets... I see that shit. I'm like the Haley Joel Osmeth character in Sixth Sense... "I see bacteria"

So we ordered.

Gumbo. The FA ordered this. He took one bite, then passed it to The Food Pimp. He said, here, take this, it's too spicy. We laughed. The FP took a bite - it's not that spicy. I took a bite, no, not really. Then a third way down, it was spicy. When you took a spoonful from the bottom, it was spicy. There was like all this black pepper down there.

Salad. Just your average salad mix. Greens. Carrots. Crappy underripe tomatoes most likely with scorpion dna in them. But it's all about the dressing. Green goddess dressing. It's just like an herby souped up ranch. But it's like delicious. I just want a bowl of it and some Zapp's chips, and I'm set. Love it. Delicious.

Creole green beans in bacon sauce. The FPM - Food Pimp's Mom - got these. She generally picks the good things on the menu. Sometimes everyone else will be eating a pile o shit, but she will have managed to get the one good thing on the menu. These were good. Real good.

Red beans and rice. This is the Monday staple. We got them on Monday. Yum. I seem to remember that they were kinda spicy, and there was not enough rice, I think. Hmm.. I'm sure I loved them because I love everything Nola.....

Ok. Pause.

Rabbit......... and ......Sausage Jambalaya.

This is the shit. It's the bomb. It's off the hook and the chain and it's on the loose running out the door and down the street and onto the freeway and out of the city and past the suburbs.... the shiznit.

Jambalaya. Cooked to perfection. Ricey meaty goodness. And for those of you who are like, ooh rabbit, yuck, have you ever had rabbit? If I served you rabbit and told you it was chicken you might not ever notice anything weird. So yeah, jambalaya. I don't know if I revealed the secret ingredient the last time I did a blog on Coop's, but I ain't gonna telya. You can do a little pork porn research and see if I did or not. Delish us! I want some. Now! Please!

Coop's Place
1109 Decatur St.
New Orleans, LA 70116

Monday, January 4, 2010

Nola, baby! Part 6

So, this was Sunday. We ate. We watched this band in Jackson Square. The Food Pimp kept mentioning how the level of musicianship of the street music seems to have improved since we lived there. Back in the day, there were a lot of not so great people on the streets playing music. Now, they all seem to be really good musicians.

So, we went back to the hotel. I think I had to help the FA with his flyer again. I kinda just showed him the same thing over again. Why wouldn't he just tell me what he wanted and let me show him how to make it and have it done with? It seems like the kind of thing maybe his secretary should have been doing for him? What do I know. I'm not a business man. Unless you count funny business, or the monkey business as a legit business.

Anyhoo, we went up to the patio pool area and had some drinks. This is funny to me because there were some drinks in the suite still, some beer, maybe some wine, yet we were ordering from the bar up there. Granted, I don't think the beer was chilled.

So then our friend came by, I don't remember if she had a previous alias, but we'll call her Ms. Nola. She brought her little 14 day bundle of joy. Everyone watched me hold her - the baby, that is - thinking that this thing would want the FP and I to run back to our hotel room and make one on the spot. Not! I liked her and she was warm and quiet, but I don't know. I heard that they cost money. And that you can't really leave them alone in their crib for 5 hours while you're at the bar! Sounds like a pain in the ass.

Anyway, that night was Sunday night. Steelers game. The FP had made plans to meet some peeps at Ryan's Bar, so we were kinda running short on dinner time. I wasn't really hungry anyway. All this damn food was really fillin me up.

So we decided on Desire. It was down the street and always dependable. So we got there and were seated at a round table. Our server happened to be CMG's (Cuban Musical Genius, formerly known as Cuban White Sauce) sister. So that was a surprise. It was weird to see her in a server uniform. She's crazy in a fun way, but she also knows how to be a very professional waiter as well.

So we were gonna knock this one out of the park. The food here was pretty consistent. So the Food Pimp got the crawfish etouffee and I got the jambalaya. Now I know the jambalaya here was a little whack, but it was always good. Everyone else got like soup and salad I believe, nothing exciting. So the FP was very agitated and antsy because he was just wanting to get dinner over and go watch the kickoff. If he did not make it to Ryan's before the game started he would not be a happy camper... he hates camping anyway. If you know him personally, you'd never picture him camping.

Anyway, we were sitting waiting. VD was pretty talky. She was kinda bugging her hubby. Then I realized she was kinda trashed. She had been steadily drinking since probably 2 pm, so yeah. She was telling him what to order, asking him if he wanted this or that...and so on. I think she was drinking a vodka tonic at dinner. A table next to us was getting their food. It was a big pile o fried seafood. So I watched everyone at the table as their head turned and they ogled the platter. So VD stopped CMG and asked her what that was, and of course she was like, the seafood platter (like, what else would it be). So VD asks to change her order, like not get gumbo or something and get the seafood platter instead. And FA was totally excited, he said, we can share it - because of course, VD went on about how she wouldn't be able to finish it alone. As if. I mean the way everyone's eyes lit up it was like a Christmas tree. Obviously, everyone was going to dig into the leaning tower of fried crunchy looziana seafood!

So when everyone's soup or salad came, CMG's sis was nice and brought the FP and I a crawfish bisque.

Which was really yummsies as the FP would say. He's been saying yummsies. He really needs to stop. Cause I don't want to start saying that shit! Anyhoo, the bisque was buttery and crawfishy and velvetty. SPR and FA also got 2 dozen oysters, so we ate a couple. These were not nearly as good as at Acme. They seemed to be preshucked. Although you see the guy at the oyster bar shucking, they must keep ahead. These were not really cold, and not so plump, as if some of the juices had drained out of them. I'm not saying they were hot and anorexic like... Isabelle Caro (yeah, I had to look that one up - I don't follow the fashion world. I was going to say Kate Moss, but she's outdated, right?) Anyway, the ersters jus wern as darn good as Acme.

So anyway, then our entrees came.

So, old faithful wasn't so faithful. They were okay, and as we kept eating, they were gross. Too much thyme. It really killed the dishes. The jambalaya was like jambalaya with a moat of crawfish bisque around it. I was hungry, it was okay. The FP thought it was kinda nasty. This was disappointing, but the interesting dish of the night was the seafood platter.

So the Desire Seafood Platter. They put it in the middle. So the description was oysters, crawfish, catfish and softshell crab. And waffle fries.

So everyone kinda helped themselves. VD loved the fried oysters. Everyone avoided the softshell crab. Someone asked what it was. Softshell crab. Oh. They liked the crawfish. The catfish was flaky and breaking apart into little pieces. So VD tried to give SPR a big hunk of catfish. He said he was okay for now. He had stuff he was working on. So he said why don't you have some, and she said, no, I don't want that, I really like the oysters. And she picked out a flake of catfish and popped it in her mouth. The FP and I both noticed at the same time. We didn't look at each other. But I had made eye contact with VD. I tried not to laugh. Then she tried to put half the softshell crab on SPR's plate. He got annoyed and said, no, I'm good for now. She insisted saying it was really good, he would like it, just try it. I noticed that the other half was untouched and I said, did you try it? And she said, yeah, it's good. She snapped off a piece of a little leg and chewed on it. So... it was time. So we left them to the platter.

We went to Ryan's. And of course no one was there yet. Eventually everyone showed up. Finally VD and SPR made it too. VD kept drinking vodka. I think I was pussing out with Miller High Life or something. Finally, 2 hours after she should have gone to bed, SPR said he was leaving. She said she wanted to finish her drink. So he said, well, I'm going now. Thankfully, she didn't remember that you can walk down the street with your drink. She did not need it. Although, I guess she went back to the hotel and drank the rest of an open bottle of red wine. She had such a poker face the next morning, though. She said she wasn't hungover. I felt hungover and I really didn't feel too drunk the night before. Guess I'm a baby, cause if I'm hungover, everyone will know.

300 Bourbon Street
Nola 70130