On one of our frequent foray’s into the urban culinary jungle of New Orleans, we landed at a Steak joint.
Not my favorite thing.
Steak that is.
I have nothing against hearty Bovinea and the rich flesh they provide us. We all need protien. It’s just that beef tends to be a bit heavy for me (except when I was pregger’s with baby #2 and I couldn’t get enough- the bloodier the better. WTF?)
However, the husband LOVES beef, and, along with Peter, wanted Bonnie and I to join them for a Man’s Meal ’cause the men love the meat.
And so we sat.
And ordered- beef.
And it was served.
And conversation was started but not participated in- by me.
Because I was busy.
As I enjoyed the best damned side of hide I have ever had and this must be what God serves in Heaven because they serve the best food in heaven and all the angels order the filets except for Gabrielle, who insists on a T-bone, but that’s his problem and even Baby Jesus likes his with a baked potato and I know I’m going up when I go but in the meantime I’ll just keep chewing and make reservations for next week.
And I’m earning my wings…
|Crescent City Steak House
1001 North Broad St.
|Fillet Mignon (medium), side of potato au gratin, and braised Brussels sprouts.
Glass of red and a Pimm’s Cup chaser.
|This establishment has been in the same location since 1934,
when John Vojkovich first opened.
It is now owned and operated by the fourth generation of
prime beef connoisseurs.