After what seemed like forever, our lovely table was ready in the beautiful courtyard of the restaurant. There were huge trees behind me, and a small fountain was bubbling and chattering the the middle of the courtyard. Pretty lights were strung about the trees and fountain. It was a cozy, romantic yet airy place, and full of couples. Evidently it was an ideal date night place (heck, my parents decided to get married while having dinner there). The table was beautifully laid, with a crisp linen tablecloth and napkins, gleaming silverware, a small bouquet of flowers in the center (for once, they weren't fake!), and candles, glowing brightly and steadily in the center of the table. I sat myself down in a rickety wooden chair provided. Okay, so I might skip over most of this dinner, because mostly we spent it WAITING FOR OUR DAMN FOOD! But it was worth it, as I found out. For our appetizers, we ordered a whole lot of stuff, but I only ate mine, which was a salmon mousse with caviar. It came plated beautifully, with the mousse in a tiny ramekin and topped with a dainty plop of caviar, and small croutons placed fussily in a circle around the mousse. OMG it was heavenly! Smooth, creamy, and full of salmon flavor, and the caviar! Briny and totally awesome. The croutons were perfect; so crunchy and mild. This was a complete success!
Monday, March 25, 2013
Feelings Cafe
Hey ya'll; it's been a while. Today has been real lazy (I mean, it's almost 2 P.M. and I'm still in my PJ's!), but I'm not too tired to give you a great review of my latest restaurant experience. On Friday, I cruised to Feelings Cafe, a restaurant I had wanted to eat at for ages but had never had the chance of visiting. I went there because Madame La Bouffe's Kennedy School friends were visiting and she wanted them to have a cultural New Orleans food experience (at least, that's what I gathered). So after horseback riding, I traveled over to the Bywater and met Madame La Bouffe and her friends at the Feelings bar. Being a teensy bit too young to have martinis and such truck, I absorbed myself in a Harry Potter book until (a long time later) our reserved table for 7 was ready. The bar was small yet charming, bathed in a soft red light, with pictures of Elvis and people like him all over the walls. A sweet-faced lady was playing her heart out at a piano in the corner, singing and winking at me occasionally. Because I was close to starving, the bartender passed around a basket of crisp buttery bread, flavored with garlic and herbs. It tided me over nicely, so I wasn't so peckish.