Why is it that when you’re ill, the only things you crave are powdered sugar and fried chicken wrapped in bacon with a side bucket of grease? Okay, so I crave greasy bacon and powdered sugar on a regular basis but STILL… You guys know what I’m talking about right?

In the great spirit of eating all the good things, I thought I’d relive some of my favorite eats from New Orleans while I’m trapped to the whole “stay in bed and rest” thing. I don’t care where you’ve eaten and what you think, you’ve never had real Cajun until you’ve had it in the south friends.

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Drinks come with a warning here. Photo from Coop’s Place website.

First up is Coop’s Place. I tried the smoked duck quesadilla because, HELLO, it’s smoked duck. In a quesadilla. Need I say more? There was enough spicy heat for it to set my (very!) sensitive stomach off, but not enough to burn the holy hell out of my mouth. That may be because the accompanying sour cream did a pretty good job of putting the fire out. In addition to the quesadilla (with duck!), I thought it would be fun to order a mint julep (those are a thing in the south right?) and got a perfunctory warning about the strength of said drink. I took one sip and nearly gagged. What can I say, I’m a lightweight.

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The Fried Chicken. Photo from Emeril’s website. I ate too fast to take a picture. 🙁

Secondly, an ode to the Fried Chicken at Emeril’s restaurant. The Fried Chicken deserves capital letters because OMG, it is probably the best thing I will ever taste in my life. I literally apologized to my significant other for cheating on him with That Chicken . I tried to muffle the “Oh God!” and “Mmm, Yes!” but some things just can’t be controlled. The salt level, the herbs and spices, the crispiness of The Chicken… Everything was flat out perfect. It even came with a side of macaroni and cheese that would’ve been appreciated more if it weren’t so completely overshadowed by The Fried Chicken.

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I’m actually NOT sloshed in this photo, nor even tipsy. This is my “OMG PIRATES face. Notice the original forge behind me? Photo courtesy of the poor soul dating me.

Next up, LaFitte’s was a PIRATE BLACKSMITH BAR. No, but actually, I’m not entirely sure about the pirate part but someone told me its true so I’m going for it. Since I’m a secret pirate geek, I was hardcore GEEKING out here. Seriously, it was believed to be a base of operations for smuggling. What’s awesome is they still had the original forge! Anyways, had to drink a hurricane because frankly, I was ready to get sloshed, and what they made was complete dynamite.

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I want to live here. Photo courtesy of Cafe Du Monde. The yummiest place ever. 

Finally, a visit to Café Du Monde where I casually stuffed my face with beignets. I had no shame in walking around with my hands, face, and hair dusted with powdered sugar because they were a dream to eat. It’s like munching on a condensed, bite sized funnel cake. I may have developed a crack-like addiction to these in the short time I was in the Big Easy.

Yep, definitely craving these foods while sick in bed. Go figure. Well, guess I better go make myself some nachos with a side of chocolate chip cookies. And a milkshake.

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