For the Foodies
It’s about time I made the trek to NOLA, considering it’s the French sister city to Charleston, a foodie paradise, home to grand fêtes + weddings alike, and a cultural experience that (apparently) stands alone.
This getaway promises to be more about champagne, po-boys, + live jazz than cucumber water + Enya, which is totes fine by me. Do you ever just need that inspirational kick-in-the-breetches? I’m thinking a good stroll up and down Magazine Street (Leontine Linens, here I come!) is just the fix.
I’m a sucker for sourcing new craft cocktails for our clients, so I’ll be pillaging ideas from Napoleon House.
There will definitely be a late night trip to Snug Harbor, with high hopes of Trombone Shorty just, ya know, walking in the door for a quick sesh . . . all to be followed by the requisite next morning’s saving grace of Café du Monde.
Although no stranger to a second line at our weddings, I’d love to catch one when I’m not bleary-eyed from an 2 week install.
We’ll break out the stilettos for Restaurant August, if only because I’ve been obsessed with John Besh since sampling his food at the Garden & Gun party held her for his most recent book, Cooking from the Heart.
Bring on the beignets, people.