Dear foodies,
New Orleans confused me. She eluded me. I felt kind of deceived and guilty at the same time. In terms of this trip, I’d hoped and expected New Orleans to be the culinary highlight. Everyone had raved about it, I’d watched Jamie Oliver wax lyrical in his American series, I’d read reams of enraptured copy about New Orleans’ heady delights. Hell, the city has more names than there are meals in the day: Nola, Nawlins, the Big Easy… but I missed something. I missed lightness in my beignets, okra in my gumbo, and love in my muffaletta. But hey – I did my best, and here’s what I ate…
