New York City is getting a bum rap! We’ve watched the theme as it slowly develops in the Simon psyche – this New York vs. New Orleans thing. New York’s glowering chef Enrico Brulard (based on real-life kitchen nazi David Bouley) verbally abusing poor Janette Desautels (real life Susan Spicer?) who valiantly suffers in exile (“Listen to the fish!”).
Was so dead tired from Jazz Fest (the true mark of a Fest well spent) that I fell asleep both times I tried to watch this week’s ‘sode--will try to catch up in future blogs on what promises to be a descent into the heart of darkness in the weeks to come.
Way out in Avondale, there's a little Italian restaurant called Mosca's. With a long and colorful history (urban legends of it being a mafia hangout), you know that the food here is top-notch. Their "Shrimp Mosca," one of the house specialties, is easy to make, but relies on the quality of the shrimp, and we say, "Louisiana seafood all the way!"
"I'mma need y'all to stay with the group," says Music Director at Abramson Science and Technology Charter School, Erica Johnson, as she looks after some eager gradeschoolers who want to buy sno-balls."I can't let you guys walk by yourself, this is a big place; we need to stay together."
We had had a full day at Jazz Fest and were exhausted as we sat among 30 or so fellow Treme followers, faithfully keeping our appointment to keep an eye on how our self-portrait was coming along, dinners in our laps, in the front room of Bywater’s Country Club.
The experience was far different from any of Treme I’d ever seen before.