May 27, 2009

  • I Ate Oysters Rockefeller. And Lived.

    This is my last day here in New Orleans -- yes, yes, I left the blog without so much as a by-your-leave.  Sorry, blog.  But I needed to let my hair down, boy howdy.  And I hadn't visited New Orleans in forever, and still think fondly of the city.  Z-man had never been at all, so I decided to carve out a little getaway, and I'm glad I did. 

    We really had a wonderful time.  He's heading back to SF today, and I'm continuing on to G'ville to see my family.  I had a few goals for this trip to New Orleans, all of which I managed to check off.   These included:

    1. Actually visiting one of the cemeteries.  Check!
    2. Walking around a bit in Audubon Park.  Check!
    3. Café du Monde and beignets.  Check!
    4. Trying Oysters Rockefeller at Antoine's, where they were created. Check!*
    5. Riding the street car through the Garden District.  Check!

    We did all that and more, including sampling some absinthe in a few of the local venues.  That probably would have been a goal by itself, had I not had some actually at home.

    A few pictures, and then I have to skeedaddle.

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    * The oysters were the least shellfishy shellfish I've ever had.  Much more like chicken. The baked sauce served on it was tasty.  The first one went down a little hard after I stabbed it with the shellfish fork, just cause I'm not used to eating whole creatures that ooze liquid.  I couldn't pretend it was, like, a brussel sprout or anything.  Because I just knew.  But once I popped half of it in my mouth, it was okay, especially with the "Rockefeller" part.

    I'm not making a habit of it though.