Oyster Craving

For the last three months, I’ve had the weirdest craving for fried oysters. When I told my mama, she mutters maybe I’m looking for a husband and that’s what the craving means. I rolled my eyes at her and scoffed. I just have a craving for oysters.

So, after I worked my ass off at work and the gym, I rushed over to Salu for happy hour Friday. It has been a few weeks since I’ve indulged in happy hour and yesterday was well-overdue. Still sweaty and smelly, I plopped down in my seat and requested that we order margaritas…and lots of them. Friday was National Margarita Day and everything I did prior to happy hour was motivated by margaritas! With every sit-up I had to do, I imagined the bartender at Salu shaking up the sweet concoction that would be my margarita. We ordered a pitcher of strawberry and pomegranate margaritas and from there, anything could happen. It was Friday, and this pretty little catholic girl couldn’t eat meat so I decided to try my luck with Salu’s fried oysters to see if these little buddies could curb my craving.

And baby when I tell you, they did more than that. They were fried to perfection and partnered with a creamy, fresh lobster sauce. And then…the “SWEETBABYJESUSTHISISSOGOOD” moan came and I let it out with no shame. In fact, as I write this, all I want are those damn oysters. So…I guess my craving didn’t go away! Granted, there were only 4 oysters on the plate, I devoured them with delight. That was the most deserving happy hour moment ever…and I’ve been to quite a few happy hours in my time, chile.

Thanks, Salu, for all you do for a lush girl  like me!

Random Shout Out Time!

Let me take a moment to tell y’all about this awesome nail salon I went to yesterday!! Buff Beauty Bar is my new favorite spot! Located on Carondelet, this place has my name written all over it. I was able to indulge in a mimosa while getting the best, well-deserved pedicure I’ve ever received. Let’s not even discuss the awesomeness of my manicure. LOVE IT!

Buff Beauty Bar!

Buff Beauty Bar!

The heavenly oysters!

The heavenly oysters!

Long Live the Margarita!

Long Live the Margarita!

Chef Shandy Strikes Again: Super Bowl Edition

Shandy did it again, y’all.

It was Super Bowl Sunday and we were all gathering at her house for the big game BEYONCE and enjoy some good food. I helped (not really but you get it) Whitney make her now famous Chicken Tortilla soup and we scooped Brewdy and headed to the Westbank. I was in charge of the liquor and picked up a gallon of Mardi Gras Mash/Bellini mixed daq. Side note: I love being in charge of liquor. I may go hungry, but I’ll never go thirsty!

I don’t know what I did in my former life to deserve the chance to eat so much good food in life, but hot damn, I’m grateful! On the menu, Chef Shandy prepared mozzerella sticks with homemade marinara sauce, jerk chicken wings (which taste better than the jerk chicken I ate multiple days while vacationing in Jamaica) and bourbon barbecue sliders with chipotle/roasted tomato aioli, topped with fresh onion strings. I didn’t give two sh**s about the football game because 1. I was only there for Beyonce and 2. THAT FOOD WAS SO DAMN GOOD. I did my signature moan when I bit into the sliders. I mean, she made sliders y’all. Amazing sliders. Sliders that changed my life. Lawd. The mozz sticks? I remember eating copious amounts of mozz sticks in college while working for the newspaper at 2 a.m. and I thought those were the best things ever. Turns out, Shandy’s mozz sticks were 403 times better.

The meal was the perfect football game combo, quick and easy meals that can easily fit on a small plate and weren’t messy, in case you have to give someone a high-five after an awesome touchdown.Shandy did it again, y’all.

is it football season yet?

-Ang

Mozzarella sticks and homemade marinara sauce!

Mozzarella sticks and homemade marinara sauce!

Whit's chicken tortilla soup! The first time she made it, it was at my house at 2 a.m. after I drank a whole bottle of wine. Even sober, that soup was perfection.

Whit’s chicken tortilla soup! The first time she made it, it was at my house at 2 a.m. after I drank a whole bottle of wine. Even sober, that soup was perfection.

Jerk chicken wings!

Jerk chicken wings!

Sliders!

Sliders!

This was me all night after all that food.

This was me all night after all that food.

My Frickin’ Funny Valentine

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I hate Valentine’s Day. Ever since that fateful day in 2003 and my ex-“boo” of 4 days (it was a very complicated, not at all complicated moment in my life) gave his jacket to another girl (she was cold while I was just coldhearted) and held her hand while we watched a movie in religion class. My little young heart was broken. Ever since then, I’ve been a Bitter Betty when it comes to the good ole V-Day. This year, I decided to do things a bit differently. I went on a Single Ladies Dinner with my homegirl Brewdy and we had a blast at the Roux Public House, the place I believe was created for me.

Here’s the back story to how we ended up in Roux Public House last night. I won a gift card from the New Orleans Black Professionals organization and was too excited!! It was a dinner for 2 and I just knew I had to take advantage of this free meal. One random day around Christmas or something, I mentioned that I was so happy that Valentine’s Day was two days after Mardi Gras, because I’ll probably be too drunk/hungover to realize February 14 is upon us once again. Brewdy chimes in and says since we don’t have boos, we should go to dinner. She mentioned in her funny, country voice that she wanted to drink wine and shit. I chuckled and agreed. I’m so glad I did.

We entered the restaurant and we were the only folks there. A woman greeted us at the door.

“Hello! Just two? Are you ladies Valentines?” she says with a smile.

“Kinda sorta! We’re having a single ladies dinner!” I reply. We chuckle and she gives us the option of sitting at a table, on the balcony or in the lounge area. Yes, you get options on where you want to sit. I’m a girl who loves options. We choose a table and we were just too damn excited. The restaurant had a set dinner for V-Day and it was a 4 course meal. We started off with gumbo – which I was a little apprehensive about. My rule on NOLA cuisine at restaurants: if my MeeMee can cook it at home, I don’t order it in restaurants. I was cold and in the mood for gumbo, so I took a chance. And my WORD, what a chance it was! That was a perfect bowl of chicken and andouille sausage gumbo, spicy in the right places and the perfect portion. For our drinks, I ordered a champagne cocktail made with prosecco and strawberries. When the waiter asked Brewdy what she wanted, she said with a smile “I’ll have the same.” Y’all, I almost shed  a tear. She’s just a grown girl now, ordering fancy drinks and stuff. ::wipes big sister tear away::

Anyways, the next course we ordered the deviled eggs with smoked salmon. Delicious beyond measure. For our main course, I ordered the ribeye with potatoes and kale (AMAZING!!!) and Brewdy ordered the blackened chicken. The whole time we just kept saying how amazing the meal was. Dessert was up next and we both ordered lemon cheesecake with strawberry puree and shaved white chocolate. Brewdy gave me permission to make my “OMG THIS IS SO EFFIN GOOD SWEETBABYJESUS” moan that sounds pretty inappropriate for the public. I just can’t help it. It was the perfect slice of cheesecake.

The food was good but the conversation made the whole dining experience perfect. While jazz classics played in the background (Etta James’ “All I Could Do Was Cry” came on and I sang loudly. Then I hummed along to “Someday My Prince Will Come” then I dropped a bitter F-bomb when “My Funny Valentine” came on- I love that song.) we chitchatted about relationships (those successful, those shitty and those that should have never happened), friendships, food, past V-Day experiences and laughed a whole bunch. It was the perfect distraction for me to not let Bitter Beatrice come up and wreak havoc on the lovers of the world.

I kept telling Brewdy that I really hate Valentine’s Day. She simply told me, “One day, a man will change that for you.” (or something like that.)

Moral of the story: Be hopeful not bitter. It’s more fabulous.

-Angie

The balcony!

The balcony!

Brewdy all smiles at dinner!

Brewdy all smiles at dinner!

Champagne cocktail.

Champagne cocktail.

Gumbo!

Gumbo!

The second drink, when our conversation got real lol

My second drink, when our conversation got real lol

Deviled eggs

Deviled eggs

Brewdy's blackened chicken

Brewdy’s blackened chicken

My rib eye that I brought home with the intentions of eating for lunch on Friday...until I remembered I can't eat meat on Friday (._.)

My rib eye that I brought home with the intentions of eating for lunch on Friday…until I remembered I can’t eat meat on Friday (._.)

Brewdy's "Hell yeah, I ate all my food! You mad?" face.

Brewdy’s “Hell yeah, I ate all my food! You mad?” face.

The cheesecake that made me moan. Don't judge.

The cheesecake that made me moan. Don’t judge.

Tell me, what has been your BEST and WORST Valentine’s Day? I know we all have them. Don’t be shy folks…

 

Red Light Special

Saturday night, Lady Luck was on our side. Two things happened.

1. We got a parking spot RIGHT IN FRONT OF PORT OF CALL. Like, that never happens. It’s Esplanade. Finding a (legal) parking spot on that street is a gift from the Mardi Gras Spirits.

2. We only waited FIVE MINUTES for a table. HELLO?! I could remember one summer night waiting in the heat for 2 hours. But it’s always worth it. We just knew we would be waiting forever considering it was Super Bowl weekend.

A New Orleans original, Port of Call is a dark, sultry place (with annoying red lights) buzzing with drinks, burgers and baked potatoes. Who would ever think of eating a huge burger and an equally huge baked potato? Every time I go, I order a cheeseburger with a loaded potato and  Goombay Punch. I’m a sissy. I refuse to get the Monsoon. That’s reserved for folks who are looking to get drunk beyond measure. I’m just trying to be light on my toes. It makes eating all that food worth it.

Driving with the windows rolled down, we sang songs and danced…Whitney even got out the car on the corner of Esplanade and N. Claiborne (In front of Man Chu’s) and twerked. That’s how pumped we were for the night! We made to the front of Port of Call and spotted the perfect parking spot. Shandy got out and put our names on the list. After 5 minutes of witnessing the best parallel parking ever by Whit, our name was called and we officially declared that…

The overall theme of the night.

Whitney and I split a meal which was perfect because I can NEVER finish a meal. Jasmine and Shandy ordered their meals and drinks and we just had a funky good time! For the drinks of the night, Shandy and I got our Goombay Punches, Whitney got the Huma Huma (which was FABULOUS!) and Jasmine, because she’s the birthday girl, ordered her own Monsoon. The meal was perfect. I don’t know what makes it perfect but it was deliciously perfect. The burgers alone were juicy and filling while the potato added that extra flavor with the sour creme, cheese, chives and bacon. Along with the drink, I just can’t imagine any other way to spend a Saturday night.

 

 

Goombay Punch!

Goombay Punch!

 

The big meal. Look at that heart attack waiting to happen…YOLO.

 

Our lucky parking spot!

Our lucky parking spot!

 

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Whitney (and Brewdy’s H-Town hand)

 

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Shandy (and Brewdy’s H-Town hand…once again…look how large her hand is!!!)

 

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Me and Brewdy (and Brewdy’s H-Town Hand….once again, dear people.)