Hooeeee. New Orleans. Food overload.

Friday:
Arrive 1pm
Lunch Drago's
3 dozen charbroiled oysters with lemon, parsley, garlic, breadcrumbs
creamed spinach dip
gumbo
1 order of deep-fried crab claws

nap, run/thunderstorm

Dinner Brussard's
Brussard's oyster sampler: oysters prepared three ways, incl. Rockefeller, Bienville, Brussard (with Tasso ham, bacon and minced peppers. Holy cow.)
Veal Brussard tenderloin medallions in port wine reduction with sauteed jumbo lump crabmeat, sauce Bechamel
Bananas Foster (split three ways)

later... Cooter's 2 dozen oysters, raw

Day 2, Saturday

run, run, run. hot.
the turtles in the lake in Audubon park have moss growing on their backs. when little kids throw Cheeri-Os in the water, they glide up like ghosts in their dozens. neat.

Blunch
Donelise's
1 large po-boy, dressed, half oyster, half catfish with horseradish and garlic Tabasco, 1 bag salt-and-vinegar potato chips, 1 Abita (local beer)

oh, sweet Jesus, mercy

shopping

Dinner
Clancy's
Appetizer bonanza: Fried oysters with spinach and melted Brie, rabbit sausage in pastry with fried onions and bearnaise sauce, crayfish wontons, Clancy's crab salad (jumbo lump, roasted red pepper mayo, hearts of palm, over mixed greens with large tomato slices)
Lobster risotto with wild mushrooms, salsify root and truffle oil,
plus some of Andy's crayfish etoufee and smoked soft-shell crabs with sauteed crabmeat
champagne
hot brownie with vanilla i.c. and hot fudge, two bites

Late night, Shake & Jake's Christmas Bar
There are three jumbo lump fuckin' KING-SIZE cockroaches running around next to the car. I do not scream like a girl, but when Andy pulls the car back to let me in over by the driveway, I walk like I've got peg-legs. There's a squashy-looking sand-colored lizard eating mosquitos over the door. Go eat roaches, Liz, before the eat you, how 'bout it? Over to the all-nite Walgreens on Napoleon and Claiborne for Visine and Benadryl. Two shots of Patron Silver, two glasses of white wine and a lot of allergy medicine. Holy mother of Jeezy. Not the best combo, maybe?
Home by 4:30am.

Day III

11am, alarm goes off
We're going on a swamp tour. If an alligator eats me, I'll make one Hell of a tasty meal.

Lunch? I'm hoping for gumbo and an Abita. Fingers crossed. Tonight, Stella's in the Quarter.

More later.