Showing posts with label cafe du monde. Show all posts
Showing posts with label cafe du monde. Show all posts
Tuesday, July 1, 2014
Saturday, November 12, 2011
What's Good To Eat?
Patsie, Angie and Wendy Tackle Turtle Soup, Cosmopolitans and Tains de Crabes at Commander's Palace |
Sazeracs at the Roosevelt Hotel |
Shrimp Creole and Shrimp Remoulade at Galatoire's |
Beignets at Cafe du Monde |
Wendy Tries the Chocolate Freeze at Camellia Grill |
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Angie has her Shrimp Po Boy at the New Orleans PoBoy Company |
Wendy Has a Great Redfish at Bayona |
Your Imaginary Foodie,
PatsieWednesday, June 1, 2011
Fun with Beignets at Cafe du Monde
Baby loves his beignets-- the puffy, lighter than air doughnuts found in Jackson Square at the Cafe du Monde. MMM, cher, they are so tasty and light, and covered with powdered sugar. Virginia likes them, too, but does not wear powdered sugar like Baby Parker.
It is a rite of initiation that all who pass through this lovely city partake of the heavenly delights drenched in powdery sugar. Even if it means acquiring a mustache before your time.
Also worth checking out is Central Grocery in the Quarter. Tasty muffaletta and other Italian specialties abound.
Your Imaginary Tour Guide,
PatsieTuesday, May 31, 2011
The Fam Hits the Big Easy
Dear Imaginary Friend,
Our family trekked down South to the always intriguing Land of Dreamy Dreams: New Orleans, Y'all.
We went for the beautiful wedding of the gorgeous Kathy, my sweet artist goddaughter. While there, we partook of Commander's Palace, Cafe du Monde, The French Quarter, and Jackson Square, the Garden District, The Gumbo Shop, Commander's Palace again, sno balls at various venues, Mandina's , a fabulous Swamp Party with live Zydeco music, a reception at the very majestic Elms, and a sumptuous brunch at the Columns. MM, tasty! I gained a few lbs. Are you surprised?
We ran into crazy people on the St. Charles Trolley. A weirdo got on board, looked straight at Parker, and then said, "Watch out for the pigman; he is going to eat you!
Lordy. Today, more of the same occurred in Old Town. I was trolling down the sidewalk in Alexandria, and a weird dude said to me, "Nice Toes!" Moral of the story: 1. Weirdos are in every city 2. I have nice toes. 3. I need to keep my toes away from the Pigman.
Most sincerely,
Patsie
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