tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-625514177505810173.post7252167033172484840..comments2023-10-25T09:00:04.611-07:00Comments on Blackened Out: Vendredi GrasRenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10779979025693551840noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-625514177505810173.post-44763965910947798812011-03-04T08:11:27.733-08:002011-03-04T08:11:27.733-08:00Kevin,
Id have to say that Jacque-Imo's is th...Kevin,<br /><br />Id have to say that Jacque-Imo's is the number one example of that. Perhaps in the entirety of the world, especially with anyone who ever went to, visited, or had a friend who went to Tulane.Renehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10779979025693551840noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-625514177505810173.post-61406541063953673352011-03-04T07:55:49.980-08:002011-03-04T07:55:49.980-08:00In other words, this is the restaurant that visito...In other words, this is the restaurant that visitors think only locals know about. I don't know what such a place would be called - it's not quite a tourist trap - but it's the sort of place someone from, say, Boston would recommend if he or she heard you were coming to New Orleans:<br /><br />"Forget about all those tourist traps in the French Quarter! If you want to eat with the locals, Google [name of restaurant here]."<br /><br />These sorts of restaurants could be good or could be bad, but are most often somewhere in the middle. What they often have in common is either a reservation book that fills up weeks in advance, or no reservation book at all, but instead a two-hour wait on the sidewalk.<br /><br />The three New Orleans places that come to mind when I think of this sort of restaurant are Jacques-Imo's, Irene's, and Port of Call. If I had a dollar for every time someone found out I was from New Orleans, then got a sly look in their eye and said, sotto voce, "You ever heard of a place called Port of Call?"<br /><br />(Amazing A.A. Gill fillet job there. Dinosaur boogers?)Kevinhttp://www.kevinallman.comnoreply@blogger.com