I’m (more than) a little jealous watching all the people enjoying the RT convention in New Orleans this week. There’s the convention itself, of course, which I’ve never been to but have heard from numerous friends is awesome. There’s the friends who are gathering to have fun together while I’m sitting here working the EDJ. And there’s New Orleans, a city I love, with its depth of history highlighted by more than hint of wildness around the edges.
But if you know anything at all about me, you know when it comes to New Orleans, what I’m missing most is THE FOOD.
Even with my personal food restrictions—I can’t stand anything very spicy, so I have to be careful with the Cajun and Creole labels—I’ve had some of the best food of my life in New Orleans. Jumbo prawns in cream sauce over pasta. Gator po’ boy. Grilled gorgonzola and ham on French bread. Beignets and café au lait. And, of course, hurricanes of the frozen and non-frozen variety.
I saw a mention a couple of days ago of a group of convention attendees eating in a kitschy chain restaurant, and I have to say, it made me wince. Really? All the amazing food the city has to offer, and you choose the mass-produced kind? Sacrilege! I can’t imagine eating in any chain restaurant in New Orleans—not counting, of course, local establishments that have multiple locations.