15 Ways to Live Like a Local While Visiting New Orleans

31 01 2013

When you live in New Orleans, you get used to being asked for recommendations on where to eat, what to do, and what to avoid. I’ve got my list of recommendations down cold, having shared it repeatedly and, most recently, with some friends visiting for the Superbowl. I figure if it’s good enough for my friends, it’s good enough for the Interwebs.

A note — this is not meant to be an all-inclusive tour guide to the city. This represents the opinions, and the life, of someone actually living here. It’s informed by the restaurants I return to on a regular basis, and in part, by geography. I live in Treme, just outside the French Quarter, and I tend to keep mainly to Mid-City, the Marigny, the Bywater, the Quarter, and the CBD. Therefore, the list below is pretty “downtown” specific. Nothing at all against Uptown, I just don’t get, um, up that way very often. I’m recommending only the places I truly frequent and love. You’ll also notice that there’s nary a Besh or Brennan restaurant on this list. Nothing against them, either. I just don’t eat at any of their restaurants with regularity, though they produce some fine food.

With all that behind us, here’s my top 15 recommendations for anyone visiting New Orleans (I’ve included hyperlinks when there are available websites):

1. Cochon is a must. It’s my favorite restaurant in the entire city. It’s Cajun, but with a twist. I’ve never had one bad bite of food there. Just ridiculously good. Get a reservation. It’s in the warehouse district, near the Quarter. If Cochon is too hard to get into, they have a more casual off-shoot just behind them called Cochon Butcher, which is every bit as good. (For more, and for specific suggestions on what to order, see my recent post about lunch at Cochon Butcher.)

2. I know most people don’t come to New Orleans thinking “barbeque” and yet we have an excellent BBQ place here called The Joint. It’s been written up all over the place and featured on TV shows, and is just damn good. Plus, it’s run by two of the nicest people ever, my friends Pete and Jenny. It’s in the Bywater neighborhood, which is past the Marigny, so a little bit aways from the Quarter. The cab ride will be worth it, though. Leave room for the key lime pie.

3. Other good restaurants I can recommend are Coquette and Lilette – two great spots Uptown on Magazine Street that just do delicious food. Lilette is a little bit fancier, but not crazily so. We’re a pretty casual town! They’re both fantastic.

4. If you’re looking for the best po-boy in town, go straight to Parkway. It’s in the Bayou St. John neighborhood, so if you’re staying in the Quarter, you’ll need a cab to get there, but it’ll be worth it. The shrimp po-boy is perfect, as is the oyster, but it’s only available on Mondays now. They also do great gumbo here. (Whatever you do, do not — I repeat — do not, go to Mother’s. Make the effort to go to Parkway.)

5. A real hidden spot you should try to make time for is a place called Bacchanal, on Poland Avenue, down in the Bywater neighborhood. It’s just magical. It started as a little wine bar, but has expanded with food now, so you can eat dinner there (and the food’s actually really delicious and inventive). The real draw for me, though, is their courtyard and the nightly music they have. The place looks like a run-down old house with a backyard that has lights strung up everywhere and a little stage. It’s just an experience. Only go there only if it’s not raining, though. The key is to be able to be outside in the courtyard, listening to jazz, and sipping on some wine. Magic!

6. For music lovers, Frenchmen Street is a must. Club after club after club with local jazz and other music all times of the day and night. It’s fun to just stroll down it and see what catches your fancy. Lots of times there aren’t covers, if you’re down there early. I particularly like The Spotted Cat, the Apple Barrel, and d.b.a.

7. On Frenchmen is a great little restaurant named The Three Muses. It’s tiny and fills up fast, and they don’t take reservations, but keep an eye out for it. The food’s fantastic there, and you might just get lucky and get a seat.

8. Another place on Frenchmen I love is a Japanese restaurant called Yuki Izakaya. They don’t do sushi there, but instead do Japanese bar food, things like noodle bowls and skewers. Get a bowl of the ramen with pork belly. They have great music here, too, usually some variation of gypsy swing/jazz early in the night, and then later, a DJ takes over and the whole place transforms into some bizarro club scene. Oh, and they display old Japanese movies without sound up on the walls, too. It’s one of my favorite places to eat and to go. A Japanese restaurant, in New Orleans, with a man singing in French and playing his accordion, while Japanese movies play silently up on the wall. Tell me how that gets better.

9. Bar Tonique on Rampart at the edge of the French Quarter is a great place to grab a cocktail. Amazing atmosphere, and a focus on classic cocktails along with a few tweaks to old favorites. It’s one of my favorite places to get a drink, and sure, maybe that’s partly because it’s within walking distance of my house, but it’s also because it’s awesome. Try a Frenchmen’s Dark and Stormy. Good Pimm’s Cups, too.

10. Ride the street car up St. Charles and see the big oak trees and gorgeous old houses. Audubon Park is up that way and is nice to walk around in, too. If it’s summertime, you can hop off the streetcar, buy a snoball, and walk around Audubon Park.

11. City Park is our other big park, and is also worth exploring. The New Orleans Museum of Art is there, too. There’s an abundance of gorgeous old moss-draped oak trees in both City Park and Audubon Park. I never tire of looking at them.

12. The Ogden Museum of Southern Art is a great museum to check out.  It’s always got cool exhibits, and on Thursdays, there’s live music from 6-8.  And then, of course, The National WWII Museum is also amazing, and even has some tasty places to eat inside it.

13. Oh and yes, the beignets are Cafe Du Monde are actually really good and something even locals enjoy. I still get mine with chocolate milk, like I did when I was little.

14. And if you’re a raw oyster eater, head to either Felix’s or Bourbon House right across the street from Felix’s. You’ll see a giant line nearby for Acme. Go on and laugh at the people standing in that line. The oysters at Felix’s and Bourbon House are every bit as good and without the silly wait. Chat with the oyster shuckers, wherever you are. They’re always the nicest guys. Tip ‘em big.

15. Main piece of advice from me: Stay OFF Bourbon Street (except for Felix’s and Bourbon House for oysters). Obnoxious, lowest-common-denominator nonsense. Much better things happening elsewhere in this city.





I would eat at Cochon Butcher every day.

25 01 2013

When you live in New Orleans, it becomes standard to have friends (and even friends of friends) ask you where they should eat when they come visit. For me the answer starts and ends with Cochon and Cochon Butcher.

To my mind, chef Donald Link is the best chef in this whole city and his restaurants just put out some of the most delicious, inventive, Cajun-with-a-twist food you will find here or anywhere. I always say that I’ve never had a bad bite of food at either Cochon or Butcher and it’s the plain truth.

Cochon is the fancier of the two, but really that means just don’t try to go there without a reservation. It’s actually a pretty casual spot. Take as many friends with you as you possibly can and then order everything you can possibly order from the menu and share it. The fried oyster BLT is my fave as is the short ribs appetizer – and oh, the fried alligator! You can’t go wrong here. You’ll be miserably stuffed when you leave – or at least I always am. This is a tough town for self-control.

If Cochon is full, or you just want a quick and perfect lunch, go right next door to Butcher. It truly is a butcher with glass-front cases filled with meat for purchase, but they also do great sandwiches and snacks and sides.

Check this out from my lunch there today:

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That’s a pork belly on toasted white bread sandwich with mint and cucumbers, duck pastrami sliders, a chicken thigh bahn mi, some Brussels sprouts, and some pancetta mac and cheese. Ridiculous.

Then dessert:

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Individual king cake… But instead of a little plastic baby, you get a little piggy! Exactly what I felt like when I left there earlier.

Finally, I stalked poor Chef Link at an event a few months ago and made him take a photo with me. I’m beaming, he looks all “whatever.” But in this town, chefs ARE celebrities. Worth it. Here’s the photo:

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Cochon and Cochon Butcher – unbeatable.





Carnival time

14 01 2013

I love king cakes with a devotion bordering on the obsessive. Some of my friends are purists, insisting only on the non-filled varieties, but I am not so exclusive, maybe since I didn’t grow up here in New Orleans. I am a purist when it comes to the right season and time to eat king cakes, though. Never ever ever before Twelfth Night and never after Mardi Gras.

I had my first bite of king cake this carnival season on Saturday from the cake pictured below — and it was perfect. I snapped this picture and went back later to get a slice, and avoided the baby altogether. Someone else got him, which is fine by me. I liked how he appeared to be making a break for it, though. This particular cake was from Robert’s and was your traditional cinnamon cake. Delicious. And not my last!

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My first of the season, but not my last!

24 02 2011

So good. Crawfish are, without a doubt, one of my favorite things about living in New Orleans. I was able to run right down the street today around lunchtime and pick these up from a little neighborhood seafood joint, and then enjoy them (and the nearly 80 degree weather) in my courtyard. Couldn’t be more pleased…





Alligator filet, anyone?

27 01 2011

Sometimes I can be at the grocery store, just picking up my milk and coffee and bananas and the like, and I can forget for just a split second that I live here, in New Orleans, in Louisiana. Then a quick glance at the freezer case snaps me right back to it…





Satsuma Cafe = Amazing

13 09 2010

It’s such a blessing to live here and be able to explore all the amazing little places you’d never find as just a visitor. They are as quirky and varied as our neighborhoods themselves, each with their own rhythms, menus, and customers/devotees. Luckily, though, you don’t have to actually live in a neighborhood to enjoy its restaurants. New Orleans is a small enough town that you can get anywhere pretty quickly, and the food is good enough that it’s always worth the trip.

Here in the Treme, we’ve got Lil’ Dizzy’s, with its spread of mouth-watering fried chicken, red beans and rice, and gumbo. I’ve found no livelier place to watch a Saints game than here. Everyone from the guy clearing your table to the women handling the checks at the register to the lady behind the weekend omelette station jumps and shouts so you know it’s ok for you to, too. In fact, they look at you funny if you don’t.

Mid-City/Bayou St. John folks love Parkway for its po-boys and so do I. Cross the Mississippi River over to the West Bank for some of the most delicious pho and Vietnamese food around. And in the Bywater, The Joint delivers up crazy good barbeque (to be a subject of a future post), Bacchanal has the most amazing courtyard and food and wine to match, and Satsuma Cafe does a taste bud right with its delicious sandwiches, fresh salads, made-to-order juices, and ever-changing daily specials.

I discovered Satsuma a few months ago and was immediately won over by the looks of the place. It’s a beautiful building, the walls filled with art from floor to ceiling, and a feel that’s welcoming and warm. Then I had their food and thought to myself, “I want to live right here in Satsuma. I ain’t never leaving, nuh uh.” I’ve had BLT sandwiches that included avocado paste and goat cheese so tasty they’ll make you want to cry. Their so-called “green eggs and ham” special featured scrambled eggs with shaved ham and pesto. So good.

I guess I am not alone in my love for the place, though, as it’s always always busy. But that makes me happy since I want it to be here forever. Oh, and The New York Times also featured it in a recent article and slideshow they did about new restaurants in the city since Katrina.

If you’re not from here and come for a visit, it’s worth searching out. You’ll fall in love, promise. And if you do live here and have never been, then, fool, whatchu waiting for?





The perfect antidote for a rainy Tuesday morning

31 08 2010





I don’t mean to brag, but…

23 08 2010

… I have got a pepper plant that just won’t quit! Had I any actual gardening tips, I’d provide them, but I’m thinking it must be sheer luck. After taking the below photographs, I picked 16 peppers off the plant — 16! And it’s still just absolutely covered with them. I need to go pick some more peppers today so they’ll quit weighing the poor plant down. We’re making homemade salsa with them, which is delicious and spicy. We can barely keep up with the plant’s output, though. What a “problem” to have, eh?





Mr. Okra

6 08 2010

“I got oranges and bananas…” “I got bell peppers, I got sweet potatoes…” “I got plums, I got blueberries….”

Imagine waking up every day to those words, chanted, dream-like from a loudspeaker outside, sounding a bit like the Muslim call to prayer. That’s what Mr. Okra brings to my life in addition, naturally, to all manner of fresh, delicious fruits and vegetables. I’d never heard of Mr. Okra until I moved here last fall, but he’s become one of my favorite phenomenons (’cause that is what he truly is) in all of the Big Easy.

Mr. Okra rides around the city selling produce to neighborhoods, mostly in mid-city and downtown. He sells in areas where it’s not always easy or convenient to find fresh produce. He announces his presence by calling out what he’s got that day in a distinctive, melodic rhythm using a loudspeaker on his truck. Check YouTube for videos of him and you can hear it for yourself. Trust me, it’s worth it. I get so happy, day after day, when I hear him coming, and even if I’m not buying anything that day, I’ll still run to the window to watch him and his brightly colored truck pass by.

Mr. Okra’s a New Orleans institution and legend, and as such, when his old pick-up truck broke down late last year, a bar on Frenchmen Street hosted a fundraiser to help Mr. Okra get back on his merry way. A Ford dealership donated a new truck for him, and after local artist Dr. Bob did his cheery magic on it, and after the back was modified to make racks for the fruit and veggies, Mr. Okra was back on his daily route, making us all so happy.

I took the below pictures on his first day back a few months ago. I was simply giddy when I heard his voice and ran out of the house as fast as possible to see him and his new truck. Only in New Orleans…





It’s the little things…

20 07 2010

And when I say “little,” I mean it. This tiny tomato from the plant in my courtyard may only make up less than a bite of my salad tonight at supper, but the smile he (yes, I am assigning this itty bitty tomato a gender) brings me is huge! I mean, is that not the cutest little homegrown tomato you’ve ever seen? Hope he tastes as good as he looks.








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