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Review: Emeril’s Delmonico Steakhouse, New Orleans

Posted on June 21, 2012

Since our trip to New Orleans was to celebrate our anniversary, on our final night in Crescent City, we decided to fancy it up. So I did a little research into some of the finer dining in town — which meant abandoning our stomping grounds on Bourbon Street, of course. And when people think New Orleans cuisine, they still think Emeril. BAM! Since we were staying on Bourbon, getting to the posh Garden District, home of all those old school mansions and Emeril’s Delmonico steakhouse, meant taking a trolley ride! YAY! We’d been in town four days, but had yet to leave the French Quarter, so the trolley was super-fun. We hoped the St. Charles line for a 15-minute slide through town, cutting through…

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Ain’t Nothing But a Swamp Thing, Baby!

Posted on June 5, 2012

At the top of Navdeep’s list when he found out we were going to Louisiana? A traipse through the bayou, of course. He’s always had a bit of a thing for gators, so he couldn’t resist the chance to see them up close and personal. We just didn’t realize quite how up close we’d come! We booked a Monday a.m. outing via the stellar Cajun Encounters, who had also arranged for our plantation visit the day before. We knew we’d be cutting it close — our flight was at 3 p.m. that afternoon — but the round-trip adventure, all told, clocked in at about five hours, including an 8 a.m. pick-up and a 1 p.m. drop-off. Monday dawned hot but thankfully not uber-humid, as…

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New Orleans Food Craving: Just Gimme a Salad

Posted on June 2, 2012

So two days into our trip, and we’ve had plenty of po’boys, french fries, fried oysters, fried shrimp, fried sugar-doused beignets and all that other crazy (fried) food. Naturally, now I’m craving a salad. At every meal. It happens every time. We go to some place known for its decadent, over-the top food, and my body rebels. In Vegas with the buffets. In Hawaii with the luau spread of spit-roasted meats. Nuh-uh, my body says. It’s like: “Sona, you’re killing me with this crap. Now get me some vegetables.” For lunch on our first day here, we had chili dogs and sausages. No vegetables of any kind. Thursday night, for dinner, we went to this iconic oyster bar at our hotel called Desire. The…

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