We ended the day at Bachanal an outdoor wine patio where you can grab whatever cheese you'd like, and they unwrap it for you and voila! There's your cheese plate. It epitomizes the artsy funky vibe of NOLA. There is an outdoor grill featuring a guest chef of the week. The food was spectacular of course. And it's in the 9th ward! The Afro-Cuban band had been playing every Sunday for over 20 years. They were great. Then we headed off to The Three Muses for some fabulous cocktails and dessert hosted by their friend Cocktail Chris, with possibly the best Django jazz trio we'd ever seen playing at the front, The Hot Club of New Orleans.
Mother's, one of the seminal soul food cafeterias in town. The specialize in "debris" roast beef, which is like shredded pot roast, and baked ham. They serve both on a biscuit, which paired with some turnip greens and a few eggs really starts your day right. The museums were closed today, so it was a bit of a low-key walk about the town day, which is fine. There is crazy-good live music every night however on Frenchman Street, so we hit that later on.
Uncle Lionel, and John chatted with him all night, he was a hoot! I got to dance with him, that was great. He's gotta be in his 80s. You may have seen him on posters for the brass bands, he asst. leads the Treme Brass Band, always with his bass drum over his shoulders. It was jam night, so John got to sit in on drums, he was psyched. There was an amazing piano player that could have contended with Dr. John for amazing songs, and an adorable Japanese girl blowing the harp like you've never seen. Stunning!
We ended up in Lafayette Square to enjoy the unbelievable Rebirth Brass Band play a free show. A lot of people had just come from work, the ladies were in their heels and work skirts, but there were also families, kids, and dogs. We ate yummy tasting plates and drank some more tasty Abita beer. The band rocked the house! John was in awe of the drummer. The bar really is super high for music and food here! I turned around and every single person in the crowd had a smile on their face. The feeling of "we're all in this together" is palpable and real here. Life is hard, let's get on with it and enjoy it while we can.
Habitat for Humanity day. John and I like to take a day on our trips here to volunteer to help build a home for Habitat. We feel like it's important to help contribute to rebuilding this historic world-class city that has influenced so much of the music and culture as we know it. We hit the site early and started meeting all of the really great volunteers. They came from all over the world to lend a hand. A huge group was from Australia, we had the two bikini girls from Ireland, and lots of folks from all over the US. It makes me all misty every time, people showing up, having a few laughs, and making the world right. I ended up on a scaffolding nailing up siding with the two very hilarious gals from Ireland, who had spent the night at the casino drinking vodka. They were really into safety belts, however, so I tried to keep it together. They took off their tops right away to work on their tans, singing Lady Gaga. Since most of the group were men or the ladies who prefer ladies, the crowd was psyched. Many Facebook pictures were taken: up on the ladder, toolbelt on, toolbelt off, lots of caulk photos. Jokes galore about that. "Your caulk sucks, hand me your big caulk, fill in your gap with the caulk," etc etc. They sang show tunes and we rocked out our side wayyyy faster than the guys (sorry John!).
We caulked, hammered, and painted til 4. The Irish girls were long gone for naps and we rocked it out with the other randomly wonderful volunteers. It really is a great experience, I highly recommend it. You can do as much or as little as you like. It's pretty laissez faire, if you like running a saw, go for it. Just sign the waiver first! I was particularly impressed by a rockin mom who project managed the whole building of the front staircase. She rocked the house!
I had serious anxiety even choosing a restaurant for our "fancy dinner". I mean, should we hit one of the historic old-line restaurants like Galatoire's, Commander's Palace, or K-Paul's Lousiana Kitchen, or maybe even Emeril's? I had cooked for Emeril at my old restaurant and it would be really meaningful to go there. But Paul Prudhomme was one of the first New Orleans chefs that had really popularized the local cuisine. He was the first chef I knew of when I was little that served that kind of cuisine. I chose randomly and we got a table at Cochon, a place I was dying to go to. It was fabulous! It was casual enough to serve pitchers of beer, which we totally were up for after a hard day, but fancy enough to feel really taken care of. Boudin balls, roasted spicy oysters, and it was totally tough to even choose an entree: they had stewed rabbit with cornmeal dumplings, fisherman style roast fish, lots of pork specialties. I chose the fish special: local pan-roasted drum fish with capers, brown butter lemon sauce, and some wonderful tidbits around it. John got the beef brisket with horseradish potato salad, sooo good. We had a fried peach pie for dessert, and just had to try one of the moonshines from the Moonshine Menu. I s#$t you not, there is a moonshine menu!
Boo, our last day. We started the day at Brennan's, one of the oldest restaurants in the French Quarter. Their traditional brunch tasting menu involves an absinthe cocktail, one of their extremely rich egg dishes, prime rib, and their famous bananas foster. Wow! We just had eggs. I had fried trout atop creamed spinach, topped with poached eggs and hollandaise. John had a tasso omelet that could have fed the whole neighborhood. You know we polished it off like the troopers we are. The fantastic washroom attendant helped us with directions to the wonderful Backstreet Cultural Museum. Everyone wants you to get the most out of their city.
The Backstreet Cultural Museum is in the Treme neighborhood, right around the corner from Congo Square. Congo Square was the only place during slavery times where the slaves were able to perform their music, which happened every Sunday and happens every Sunday ever since. We owe the existence of African influenced beats and jazz itself to this place. Here's a little rundown by one of the actors on the new HBO series "Treme" here.
The museum is a tiny place, filled with fantastic memorabilia of the African American community. The wonderful host takes you through personally, giving a great rundown of the history of the Mardi Gras Indians, Fi-yi-yi (like the Mardi Gras indians, only with animal style African inspired themed costumes), and the local community groups that organize the parades. Then who should walk in but Fi-yi-yi himself. It's times like this when you have to ask yourself--what is the universe telling me? He told us of the development of that style of parade gear and how it brings the community together, how they all met up after Katrina and hold each other up. Fantastic! Each of these costumes take all year to make! They're all made by hand, each weighing over 100lbs. Here's Wendell walking you through the museum here.
We then hit the church across the street that the lady at Brennan's said we shouldn't miss. There is a large monument to the unknown slave, with a chilling sculpture of arm chains welded together. A house around the corner had a touching sign on the door saying "Love is the only thing that can turn an enemy into a friend, MLK Jr". Poetry everywhere you look. We can't wait to go back.