There are so many restaurants in this crazy city that if you went to a different one, every day, for one year, you wouldn’t be able to hit them all. Seriously. That many.
In a feeble attempt to sample this fine city’s wares, Ben and I have a wonderful little tradition of seeking out a new ‘joint’, with our good friends Peter and Bonnie, at least once a month.
Last Friday Peter booked reservations at a charming little place he’d heard about in Mid-city called Rue 127.
Like so many establishments, this one is located in a converted shotgun (that’s a house that’s very narrow).
Like so many establishments it is oozing charm (much like Peter I might add), has a great bar scene, delicious food, and lively libations.
Bonnie and I solved all the problems of the world by our third Pimm’s Cup.
|The cocktail that might save the world.|
|127 North Carrollton Ave.
Peter might be waiting.