So, let’s talk about and review Coop’s Place in New Orleans, a joint that has the vibe of “We’ve been here forever, and we are never, ever changing for you or anyone else.” Which, frankly, is the energy I want from any establishment in the French Quarter. You want polished service and sparkling glassware? No. You get exposed brick, slightly sticky tables, and bartenders who serve drinks with warnings attached. And we love them for it. First up: The Smoked Duck Quesadillas So, let’s talk about the duck quesadillas. On paper, they seem simple: shredded duck, cheese, and tortillas. You think, “Oh, I’ve had
Category: Restaurants
Thrashers – A Food Stand in Rehoboth Beach, Delaware
I’ve had a long time to think about Thrashers, and you know what? I still don’t get it. When we went to Rehoboth Beach, I did the typical thing that any tourist would do–Google must-eat things in area. Thrashers was the place apparently. It was touted as the “must-do” because if you didn’t, then you missed the point of going to the boardwalk. Okay, well then. Go to Thrashers. The only thing Thrashers served was French fries. Also, you had to salt them yourself. Oh, and you could douse them in vinegar if you so chose. Did you hear that?
Tatte – A Restaurant in Boston, Massachusetts
Tatte – at least I believe that’s the name of the restaurant – was my saving grace in Boston. It gave me food that felt homemade and full of carbs. Warm, delicious and simple without any millennial hipster vibes thrown in. Tatte came into my life like a beacon of hope–it was the place I ran to after the disaster that was Pressed. It thrived on good ol’ fashioned breakfasts and pastries and made me drool as soon as I stepped inside. Please note, I was famished when I made my way in here so this cafe will probably get
Ray’s Pizza – A Restaurant in New York City, New York
One thing that was a must-do in New York City for me and my BAE, was get pizza, which is my other BAE. Clearly, the Before Anything Else idea encompasses lots of areas of my life leaving me with an inability to make decisions. But pizza? It was a must. And would you believe we had a hard time trying to find pizza in New York? Some places were closed, some were jam-packed to the point where the place would be closed by the time our turn came at the register, and some places just had bad health food ratings
Pressed – a Restaurant in Boston, Massachusetts.
I was famished when I walked into Pressed. I had been up at six am, skipped breakfast, got stuck in traffic, rattled around on a duck boat tour and by eleven o’ clock, walking around Boston, I was ready to start eating my own hand off, because I needed food ASAP. Visions of bacon and French toast were dancing in my head. It was going to be delicious and full of calories. The BEST kind of brunch, you know? My aunt said she knew the perfect place! And off we went to Pressed. Spoiler alert: It was not the perfect