The Cat's Meowwwwww

Owwww, wow, okay- I learned my lesson.

I was so nervous to sing in front of hundreds of Bourbon Street strangers that I had a few of drinks that were just one too many!

Well, I sure did do it Poppa Gene style- I fell from grace and smoked like a chimney, sang way off key, and drank like a fish.

I debated on whether or not to write about this night of debauchery but it's the truth and I learned a lesson. I hadn't been that hungover since I don't know when- sophomore year at UCSC? I guess my ego still needed a little boosting to get courage even after all the practice in those private karaoke rooms in South Korea.

It's so easy to fall back in to old habits and swim in your brain but I realize that there is a time and a place and I won't be revisiting for another ten years if ever.
Making something wrong or yourself wrong just gets you in to more trouble so I'm crossing this one off the list with a little "human"-ity.

Gollllyyy! However, here's what it looked like... note, the beads swinging (no, I did not flash anybody, I just stumbled a bit on the way home).

Food Porn at the Green Goddess

Found it- last meal on Earth, The Green Goddess in New Orleans...

Best meal(s) EVER! I want to marry the chef, seriously, I asked him (sorry Kim).

This gem of gems has only been around for six months and I'm telling you that if Food Porn needed a specific listing- this place would be it!






Started out smitten with the sweet potato pumpkin soup du jour (sprinkled with chili-laden roasted pumpkin seeds, coconut milk, pumpkin seed oil and melted blood orange zest honey butter and chives). DEAR GOD!

Add to that sweet potato biscuits with a side of red pepper jelly (not bell pepper but the spicy red guys) and the butter of love that now calls me by name, the honey blood orange butter!




Finish with the Saturn Calling dessert- sticky coconut black rice pudding with "rings & stardust" which was just galactically spectacular and then a post apocalyptic cocktail:
The Aviation MSY (Scott the bartender made his own very extra violetty version of this famous drink and MSY -Scott explained, is the airport code for NOLA).

Get this, and I rarely cocktail it up (it had to be done)...
Miller's gin, creme de violette, Cherry Liqueur from Austria with lemon juice and a twist.

It tasted like a cold black cherry squished and then drizzled with sugar glaze lace on high end French lingerie.

We went back again and again and again... I LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE this little known spot that is provocative in everything it delivers, seduces your senses like an old flame and is even more delicious!

Open 11am-4pm and dinner's only done Fri-Sun... try the breakfast, o dearie me the Strawberry and Chevre french toast is sin and succulence on a plate.

Hats off to what is surely the place I want to dine before I leave this planet.

10,000,000 stars- out of the park, swing!

Bienvenue New Orleans and A Room with a View

I can't believe I'm here!

I've been craving some NOLA action since
I don't know when!

This is the land of Zita, the famous
exotic dancer from Puerto Rico that
swindled my grandfather's heart!

I'm donning his dogtags and gonna go find
me a proper Hurricane to down on his behalf.

We're staying at the Hotel Provincial...
My room is ridiculous, I did a little dance
when the door shut behind me and I opened
my balcony onto the French Quarter's gas lit
streets below! EEEEK!


What is "eek" in French?
That's what my heart's saying!

And for the record, duly note this now, my glittery
eye shadow exploded all over my bag so I've not
gone crazy with Mardi Gras just yet- there's proof,
no beads and drunken smiles here.


Just glitter,
pixie dust, Tinkerbell stuff- I'm PG here although
my P.G. wasn't!

Wow, wow, wow! My bed is bigger than the room, its
beyond king zize- it's Empress sized!


Stories and pictures to come, promise.

Must eat and be merry now, au revoir!