A festive house in the Garden District
Croquette
The friend who told us to go to Jacques Imo’s also recommended brunch at the Commander’s Palace in the Garden District. We should’ve known better than to go without making a reservation on a Saturday, but thankfully the maitre d’ suggested another restaurant close by for brunch: Croquette. We got the three-course brunch option that was a little pricey, but still absolutely delicious.
Bloody Mary with pickled okra and a Hannah Montana –- lemonade with blueberry juice. Salvia not included.
Scrumptious salad with pig ears, which is just a crunchier bacon. Ayk wasn't a fan of the pig's ear hair still on there. Meh. Adds to the crunchiness.
Creole classic shrimp and grits. This was our favorite dish at brunch.
Veal meatballs with black truffle grits. The grits were phenomenal, but the veal was too heavy and greasy.
Blood orange panne cotta. I LOVE blood orange, and this did not disappoint.
Beignets with chocolate mousse and caramel sauces. Fancier doesn't necessarily mean better, and that was true when compared to Café Du Monde's beignets.
French Market
After brunch we went to the French Market, jam-packed vendors selling oodles of jewelry and Mardi Gras trinkets. We even saw a few gator heads. I regret not getting one for my dad to match the crocodile skin in his house.
A friend recommended getting some cheap sunglasses there. Not a bad idea, considering we were headed to the Sunshine State next.
Bourbon Street
We walked up to Bourbon Street after perusing the French Market. Bourbon Street was not actually signed on the intersection we came upon, but we somehow knew we had arrived due to the sudden increase in public drinking. Once we started walking down Rue Bourbon, there was no mistaking it thanks to the cacophony of loud music and revelers.
I guess Chinese New Year decorations can double as Mardi Gras decorations, too.
New Orleans is FABULOUS!
Less than a month before Mardi Gras, Bourbon Street was crawling with party-goers.
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