That Girl is Poison

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The theme of 99 percent of my nights out or afternoons brunching.

I like to drink. I’m a grown woman and I do whatever I want (you mad?). I like it so much, people know how to get me places. If you say there will be wine or an open bar, Angie there e’rr night. Now, when I drink, depending on the environment, I turn into different sides of myself. We all do so don’t judge me. Ain’t nobody got time for that. And each poison of choice affects me differently. You live and you learn (in the case of vodka).

This post, while it has nothing to do with food, is a combo of my favorite drinks, insight into the glorious life of Angie and some fun memories, for me and my friends.

I think it’s also nice to note that at this moment, I’m sipping on a glass of sauvignon blanc (shout out to Shandy Maw!) because it’s been that kind of week. 

Wine: Emotional Angie

Poison of choice: Anciano (aged 5 years)

  • calls her best friend crying about how much she misses her and loves her
  • watches Breakfast at Tiffany’s for the millionth time
  • speaks as if her heart is bleeding
  • writes the most beautifully devastating scenes in her never finished novel
  • Magical Night: Drank whole bottle of spanish red wine while home alone, Maroon and Gold 2011
  • The Morning After: headache, tear stained pillows and a wounded soul ready to take over the world again…after she showers

Any Brown Liquor: Ratchet Angie

Poison of Choice: Hennessy and Apple Juice

  • curses…a lot
  • screams instead of talking
  • twerks on walls/people/chairs/anything twerkable
  • dances to the music in her head or to any song that’s playing
  • an overall fun girl
  • flirts like never before
  • Magical Night: Cinco de Mayo 2013, 23rd Birthday, jeez the list goes on and on…look I’m a sucker for brown.
  • The Morning After: possible headache, aching thighs, text messages of pics to remind her of what happened

Vodka: “Lord Don’t Let Me Die/Novena Praying)” Angie

Poison of Choice: I don’t want to talk about it.

  • it ain’t pretty…so she tends to stay away from things that aren’t pretty
  • Magical Night: Mardi Gras 2012, Post-Happy Hour Jello Shots
  • The Morning After: just thanking God she woke up…

and last but not least (my favorite)…

Champagne/Sparkling Wine: Smart and Clever Angie

Poison of Choice: Domaine Ste. Michelle 

  • says prolific things in regards to just about anything
  • giggles uncontrollably
  • attempts to still act like a lady while doing the magical balancing act of holding two champagne glasses while walking in two inch heels
  • Magical Night: Cousin’s wedding reception, Brunch Madness, 2012 Gala
  • The Next Morning: definite headache, smeared makeup, fluffy and sexy hair

Side note: Check out this article about champagne making you smart. Yeah, get your life. Scientists said it so it must be true.

Tell me, lovely readers, what’s your poison of choice?

Cheers!

Angie

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Ballers and Shot Callers: Angie Goes On Vacation

I know…I know…it’s been too long. Between work and writing The Novel, I just haven’t had time to blog. I’m sorry but right at this moment, I’m listening to Prince’s “Do Me Baby” and drinking a margarita, therefore, I will give the people what they want. I went on vacation this weekend, wanna hear about it? Here it go.

In honor of Shandy‘s amazing achievement, she’s the Boss Master now with her master’s degree, we all piled in her car and headed to Panama City Beach for a quick trip to a new land. The car ride started with a trip to WalMart for libations because what’s a ratchet road trip without liquor? Just a trip. We racked up on the following: Strawberry-ritas, Coronas, Jose Cuervo margarita mix (with the liquor already in it!!!!), Smirnoff’s Peach Bellinis, Malibu rum…and juice…in case we wanted mix some stuff, ya know? The ride to Panama City was beyond hilarious, as we listened to the Big Tymers Pandora station, and yelled “OOOOOOOHHHHHHH!!” every time a new song came on because the station is complete with all things southern and 90s/2000s. Can you deal? I don’t think you can.

We finally made it to the timeshare, a fabulous hook up thanks to Sherard (you da bomb!) and the place was beyond beautiful. It overlooked the beach and we couldn’t handle how amazing the view was. We couldn’t wait any longer and got our lives and strawberry-ritas together and headed to the beach. We lounged on the beach reading (I’m embarrassed to say I was reading 50 Shades of Grey- don’t you dare judge me. Trashy fiction is good inspiration!), listening to music, laughing and tanning. In fact, my bestie Whit got her a nice lil tan!! Go Whit!!

After the beach, we headed back up stairs and I sipped on two Coronas (my new favorite summer libation) while the rest of the girls guzzled down the bellinis. Then things got crazy.

Here’s a fun fact about Angie: When I get hungry, I don’t go all b**** mode. I go all loquacious and can’t stop laughing mode. It’s bad. I once rambled on about E. Badu’s Orange Moon and how deep that shit is at 1 a.m. before devouring the best meal IHOP could ever provide for this low blood sugah gal. Last night was no different. I needed food and needed it NOW. So we hopped in the car and headed to Five Guys, a burger joint I’ve never tried but heard great things about. And baby when I tell you, Five Guys still doesn’t owe me a thing!!! I ordered the “Little Bacon Cheeseburger” and let’s just say, I can’t imagine what the regular burger looks like because my burger was huge! Aside from the size, the burger was perfect. Topped with BBQ sauce and crispy bacon and fresh tomatoes, the burger damn near melted in my mouth and I saw fireworks during the first bite. Between bites of the bad ass burger and swigs of my Corona, I was in heaven. That’s what a vacation is supposed to be. Care-free living at it’s best.

I cannot wait for Five Guys to open up in NOLA soon! I’ll be there ALL.THE.TIME. (Lord, give me the strength to stay away!)

Enjoy pics from my vacation! Happy Summer y’all!

Angie

The Graduate!!
Just an old school photo of me in college...really happy to be done with my undergrad career. It was so tight on me, y'all. Started from the bottom...now I'm here, vacationing and living life and stuff.

It was so tight on me, y’all. Started from the bottom…now I’m here, vacationing and living life and stuff. Thank goodness for the post-grad life.

The driver.

The driver.

Carlyn!

Carlyn!

This was an accidental side eye from Carlyn but it's perfection.

This was an accidental side eye from Carlyn but it’s perfection.

New-New!

New-New!

It's for research for The Novel. Shut Up.

It’s research for The Novel. Shut Up.

The view from our suite!

The view from our suite!

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My favorite beach towel!

Beachside snacks!

Beachside snacks!

Nobody staaaaaannnds, in between me and my driiiiiink, it's Me and Mr. Corona!!!

Nobody staaaaaannnds, in between me and my driiiiiink, it’s Me and Mr. Corona!!!

Look at my best friend looking all tan! Summertime fine yeah!

Look at my best friend looking all tan! Summertime fine yeah!

Candy is dandy but baby, liquor is quicker.

Candy is dandy but baby, liquor is quicker.

The Ratchet Roadtrip Crew! Aren't we gorgeous?

The Ratchet Roadtrip Crew! Aren’t we gorgeous?

My "little" burger. This was life on foil.

My “little” burger. This was life on foil.

Started from the Bottom: The Walmart Edition

It’s always a fun night when you have to figure out if you’ve had too much wine because things are just a bit too crazy.

I posted that video in the beginning for a few reasons:

1. I cannot stop laughing at it.

2. I was involved in a “situation” with Walmart last night and that’s the only thing that would be appropriate to convey the craziness.

Last night, Whitney, Shandy and I, thanks to the New Orleans Black Professionals organization  went to a free new menu tasting for The Steak Knife, a Lakeview restaurant. I’ve passed by this restaurant on several occasions going to Starbucks, Reginelli’s and Mondo. We were super excited because it was a free meal and we just knew it would be amazing!

We walk in the fairly simply decorated restaurant and were given the option to sit at the bar for one free drink while we wait for our table. We were only allowed one drink and couldn’t have the drink with our dinner. Apparently, it would ruin the tasting. So we sat at the bar, drank our glass of sauvignon blanc and watched Brittney Griner do stuff like this. Finally, after it took Whitney, the usually quick drinker, a while to finish her glass, we were seated in an area filled with the other black professionals. The room we were in was BRIGHT AS HELL. Like, stark lights…very medical exam room bright. We sat in the corner (more on this later) and the first thing I noticed was the beyond ugly as hell centerpieces that were on the table. It was a small wicker basket with a piece of green foam stuck at the bottom, holding bundles of fake flower steady like they were doing something. I was dizgusted. Then I noticed the whole room was decorated with cheesy ass fake plants and Shandy, Whitney and I started an indepth conversation about how the restaurant could fix their decor and use black straws instead of those Parrot Ice/Icee red straws. We even took the ugly ass basket off the table and created our own centerpiece with the steak sauce bottles. Looked a helluva lot better than the basket, I must say.

We were served our appetizers, Whit and Shandy got the soup (crab, corn and shrimp) and I got the salad (the most basic salad ever -_-). Then came the steaks, which melted in your mouth like butter!! So good! They came with these extremely large asparagus stalks and new potatoes. Dessert time came and we all ordered the bread pudding that passed the test with flying colors.

Then shit got crazy.

A camera crew comes into our section and this black guy, who I noticed had been walking around to a few tables asking them what they thought of the food, stood at his mark and said “Premium Steaks, from Walmart.”

I dropped an f-bomb and said “Um, did we have too much wine? Is this really happening?”

Shandy and Whitney, both exasperated at the Twilight Zone we were about to enter, couldn’t say a thing.

We just sat there, confused. I then remembered seeing one of those Walmart commercials with the same guy going to restaurants and serving the folks Walmart steaks then surprising them.

We got punk’d. At first, I was pissed. I walked into the restaurant really eager to try something amazing and new, and willing to give my honest opinion. Then I was confused. Then I just laughed. We started to realize a whole bunch of things we found sketchy.

1. We had reservations for 8:15. There were plenty of tables open but yet, we had to wait and several other folks we knew had to wait.

2. Our section was too bright.

3. Our bartender kept looking at us funny like she knew something we didn’t know.

4. The “new” menu was as standard as they come.

5. The ugly ass centerpieces didn’t look like the ones on the other side of the restaurant.

6. The restaurant was OPEN for business on the other side.

As we sat at the table, crying laughing at the craziness, the production team came and gathered up all the ugly ass centerpieces and someone asked if they had microphones in them. In fact, the tables right in the middle, the one we ALMOST got had Whitney drank her wine faster, was bugged and gathered their whole conversation. See how God works? Because we said some ratchet things at that table that I would not like to have recorded. After we had all our intriguing questions answered, we were ushered to the back where we filled out our release forms. (FYI, a lot of the diners were PR professionals or professional actors/actresses, so that was the first thing we asked for. We know how this works, kids.)

I didn’t even know what to tell Twitter. I didn’t even know how to articulate the whole situation.

Needless to say, I had the time of my life last night with my girls. Stay tuned for the commercial. You probably won’t see us but we were there.

Enjoy the pics!

Angie

The ugly ass centerpieces.

The ugly ass centerpieces.

 

My basic salad.

My basic salad.

 

The fancy Walmart, melt in your mouth, steak.

The fancy Walmart, melt in your mouth, steak.

 

I mean, the big asparagus should have given me a clue that things were about to get real.

I mean, the big asparagus should have given me a clue that things were about to get real.

 

The steak was melting in Whit's mouth. She was just so happy!

The steak was melting in Whit’s mouth. She was just so happy!

 

I live for A.1. Steak Sauce.

I live for A.1. Steak Sauce.

 

This stuff, fresh from Jamaica, was amazing as well! And they are one of Shandy's PR clients!

This stuff, fresh from Jamaica, was amazing as well! And they are one of Shandy’s PR clients!

 

See? Twilight Zone happening. A Walmart commercial y'all.

See? Twilight Zone happening. A Walmart commercial y’all.

Came home and found this. We just died laughing. Started from the bottom, now we here- on TV and whatnot.

Came home and found this. We just died laughing. Started from the bottom, now we here- on TV and whatnot.

 

 

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.)

 

 

 

504

Disclaimer: For all my friends (especially my best friend Brandi- MISS YOU NEW NEW!!) who are not in NOLA because you’re out doing big things in the world, this may make you homesick. I apologize in advance 😦

This year marks my 23rd Mardi Gras. I’ve caught millions of beads, ate countless pieces of Popeyes chicken, drank tons of liquor, danced to “Casanova” more times than I can count and enjoyed every second of it. NOLA is home to me. I refuse to call any other hellish place home. Even when I had to change my cell phone number to an 832 area code (I liked to die at that moment. Thanks Katrina -_-), 504 remained etched in my heart.

This year is a special Mardi Gras. The city is on fire with the Super Bowl (BEYONCE) coming to town smack dab in the middle of Mardi Gras.

Enough said.

Enough said.

On my way home tonight, as I drove out the city back home, the Soul Rebels’s song “504” came on my iTunes shuffle and I was once again reminded just how much I love this damn city. I’m also reminded of the time when I didn’t think I’d be able to come home. Something in me was determined to come back home. And look at gawd, I’m here.

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I bet you’re wondering what this has to do with meals. Well, it’s got everything to do with meals. We schedule everything in this city around two things: food and music. If you ever get the chance to eat with a group of NOLA citizens, you will notice we talk about other meals while eating one meal. It’s a pretty remarkable thing to witness. We twerk as much as we eat, that’s how us real NOLA girls just seem to always be so fly. Food is made with love. We live to eat, not the other way around.

I haven’t even gotten to our fascination with liquor. I had my first drink when I was 7. Deal with it. We are the home of drive thru daiquiri shops, go cups (I hate going places outside of NOLA for this reason. How DARE you infringe on my NOLA rights to bring my drink outside? GTFOH), oversized drinks and anything else you can think about related to liquor. We even cook with our damn liquor.

Don’t get me wrong, New Orleans has its crappy moments. In fact, some days I speak about it as if I hate this place. But I dare you to talk sh** about my city.

In honor of Mardi Gras, the Super Bowl (BEYONCE, again) and all that my city is, here are some photos of my favorite NOLA moments and my favorite NOLA bred meals.

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504ever.Mardi Gras morning.

Mardi Gras morning.
Crawfish monica

Crawfish Monica

Crawfish that didn't realize they were about to meet their maker.

Crawfish that didn’t realize they were about to meet their maker.

Me doing what I do best. Second-lining at my graduation parties with the prettiest Indians on this side of the Mississippi

Me doing what I do best. Second-lining at my graduation parties with the prettiest Indians on this side of the Mississippi

Mango freeze face

Mango freeze face

Three NOLA girls enjoying a sno-ball by the river.

Three NOLA girls enjoying a sno-ball by the river.

Get this in your life...NOW.

Get this in your life…NOW.

Because a NOLA girl can never have too many choices: hot sausage po-boy and a shrimp po-boy.

Because a NOLA girl can never have too many choices: hot sausage po-boy and a shrimp po-boy.

Chinese Kitchen. A NOLA original.

Chinese Kitchen. A NOLA original.

Ain't there no mo. Another NOLA original.

Ain’t there no mo. Another NOLA original.

Beignets from heaven.

Beignets from heaven.

The Queen of NOLA Cuisine, Leah Chase

The Queen of NOLA Cuisine, Leah Chase

My cups are usually bigger than this.

My cups are usually bigger than this.

Rules of nature.

Rules of nature.

Share your favorite NOLA moments in the comment section and I might buy you a drink during Mardi Gras!

Angie Bae Bae

Friends Don’t Let Friends Go Hungry

Being a working girl is hard work. Between working 40 hours a week, trying to maintain somewhat of an active social life and remaining fabulous at the same time, I don’t know how we do it. And on top of all of that…we still have to eat. That’s where awesome friends come in.

Shandy, better known as Martha Stewart, Jr., decided this week she would cook dinner every night. And me, being the charming girl that I am, propositioned her to send me over a meal and I’ll write about it for the blog. I’m sure that was unethical on some journalistic level, but who cares? It’s my blog and I was hungry. ::flips hair and rolls eyes::

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She happily agreed and on Tuesday morning, before she headed to work, Shandy was parked outside my office building with a container of the best lasagna ever. I did a dance on Prytania that rivals that of a drunk girl at Mardi Gras.

Lasagna by Shandy

Lasagna by Shandy

As soon as 3 p.m. came (yes, I’m guilty of taking really late lunches) I ate my lasagna made with love and I scraped the bowl. It was a perfect combination of cheese, seasoning, meat sauce and lasagna noodles. I didn’t think I’d be able to finish the whole thing but by the time 4 p.m. came, the bowl was empty and the Itis had hit me.

Then Thursday came around. And it was time for the winter premiere of Scandal. If you haven’t watched Scandal, I need you to do better…ASAP.

Olivia Pope, the supreme BAMF.

Olivia Pope, the supreme BAMF of Scandal.

Shandy sends a mass text talking about a watch party and she’s cooking and I was all over that. Like, I get a free meal AND I get to watch Scandal with my peeps? What did I do to deserve so much love?! I packed up my car with a big bottle of Bailey’s and my appetite and took that journey to the Wank. Little did I know, I would be the victim of something deliciously evil. Shandy cooked shrimp and grits (which I didn’t get to try, drats!!) and fish tacos with remoulade sauce (a recipe I sent her within 2 minutes of asking for it from Pinterest). We started off dinner with some champagne and you know my lush self was in heaven! Just in time for Grey’s to end and Scandal to begin, we fixed our plates and in that one bite, I found heaven. The fish was tender and fresh, and the remoulade sauce was tangy enough to complement the fish! It pays to have friends who love to cook!!!!!

We ate and drank well Thursday night, and really, that’s what really counts. Friends helping friends find joy.

Fish tacos!

Fish tacos!

 

Hungry, happy friends!

Hungry, happy friends!

 

Chef Briscoe tearing it down!

Chef Briscoe tearing it down!

 

I don't want to hear how awesome your friends are. My friends win the award for Friends of the Century.

I don’t want to hear how awesome your friends are. My friends win the award for Friends of the Century.

 

Cheers,

Angie

My Mama + an iPhone = A Very Brief Post

First things first, I hope everyone ate well today.

So, my mom went to a luncheon yesterday in celebration of her sorority’s Founders’ Day and texted me this photo.

1. My mom just got into the whole “texting” thing. I sent her an emoji last week and I thought she would freak out. She didn’t.

2. The picture she took was actually pretty good. Guess helping her get that upgrade came in handy.

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Now, what is this, you ask? Well, when she sent it to me, she simply said “for your blog.” No description, no comment on whether or not is was good. And you know what, I was OK with that. My mom thought of me and snapped this pic of this delish looking dessert from the Hyatt Regency.

When she got home, I asked her what it was. She lowered her eyebrows and gave me a poo-stanky face.

Apparently, it was bread pudding with a caramel sauce, a dollop of whipped cream and a chocolate stick. In her opinion, the bread pudding was too hard and that is just a sin to her (and to me.) But she loved the caramel sauce and the chocolate, of course.

So, there you have it. A food review from Mama Meals with Angie.

Get into it.

-Angie