Oh, the sweet words of bliss (and Fleetwood Mac).
We often jump out of bed on Sundays (well, ‘jump’ might be a stretch) with an appetite for a hearty breakfast.
Ben makes a GREAT breakfast- Eggs done just perfect. Swedish pancakes with real maple syrup (we’re from Northeast Ohio after all). Toast buttered with a smear of lemon curd. Bacon- lots of it. Hash browns crispy around the edges.
But sometimes our edges are a bit crispy so we opt to eat out.
Last weekend, we wound our way through the French Quarter on the hunt for a table.
No luck (Krewe du Vieux had paraded the night before and hangovers were recovering everywhere).
I had heard of a new place in the Bywater- just across Esplanade.
We plugged it into the GPS and off we went.
But we couldn’t find it.
Shirley, our GPS matron, recalculated.
“It should be right here!”
“I’m not seeing it!”
“What do you want to do? Go home?”
“Yes. I’ll make something.”
“No way. I’m hungry now!”
“It’s not here.”
“Yes it is. We just can’t find it.”
“My point exactly.”
“Wait! What’s that? Pull over.”
“But there’s no sign.”
“The doors are open. Someone must be home.”
“Cheryl, they don’t have a sign!”
“I’ll just go peek in the windows. Maybe I can find someone!”
Husband pulling away to park as far down the street as he can go to dissociate with possible awkward moment brought on by overly zealous wife (but is it far enough is the question?)
“Oh this is nice! Are you? You are! Wonderful! Table for two? By the window? Yes! Fabulous! Are you still serving breakfast? Yes? And lunch? Stupendous! Can I have my eggs done any way I want? Anyway? Just amazing! Oh yes, that table would be just fine! Well thank you, I’ll start with a Bloody Mary. What’s that you say? Am I expecting a second person? I am…
Sort of Williamsburg meets French Quarter secretly dating NYC on the side.
Open only four months and going gangbusters!
|A delicious menu, very attentive service
and smart atmosphere.
corner of Louisa
|This is but one of their charming areas.|
|No sign- yet- but look for the great color!|