We got back to the hotel and napped.
When I was deciding where to eat on this trip, Emeril’s came up several times. There are three Emeril’s. I checked out the menus and decided on Emeril’s Delmonico. It required a taxi. We met in the lobby and walked to Hotel Monteleon and found a taxi that could accommodate the five of us. It was a short drive, but still far enough away to require said taxi.
We were taken upstairs and seated. We ordered drinks. I can’t remember anyone’s drink, except for Nicholas’. He ordered a martini. The conversation between him and Mary, our waitress went like this:
Mary: Do you want it dirty?
Nicholas: Not too dirty.
M: You don’t have to have it dirty at all.
N: I want it a little dirty.
For some reason, that was very memorable, and sounded vaguely, well, dirty.
The food was good.
Someone had this. It looks like soup.
I had the Old and New World Andouille.
Patrick had this, which may have been the gnocchi, but I wouldn’t swear to it. (Note to self, pictures of food and access to the menu is not enough to tell what things are 2 1/2 months later).
And I really have no idea what this is.
For dinner I had the Louisiana Drum Meuniere.
And this one is, well, your guess is as good as mine.
Susie had the Creole Smothered Springer Mountain Chicken Breast.
Patrick had a steak. New York Strip.
And Nicholas had a really big steak. Bone-in rib-eye.
The mashed potatoes were sublime.
Susie ordered the baked mac and cheese.
And used my scarf to dress up like a gypsy…
…and a mysterious, kind of crazed-looking, masked woman.
You might be asking if we had dessert.
Well, of course we did.
Coconut cream pie.
Cookies and milk.
Ummmm….doesn’t look like bread pudding (which was on the menu).
ummmmm, not sure what this is either. I’m guessing some dessert wine.
It was a good dinner. Not the best, but very good.
We were talking about all kinds of things and Patrick, who attracts women like bees to honey, usually without even trying, relayed a story of when he was trying to start a conversation with a lady by asking her, “Do you like books?” It was not one of his smoother pick up lines.
The restaurant calls a taxi for us and we go back to the hotel. I ask Susie if she wants to go check out Bourbon Street. (I wanted to go back to Bourbon Street).
Who goes to NOLA and doesn’t at least want to see Bourbon Street?
Tomorrow had a full agenda in store. We would experience our first weekend brunch. Let’s just say there were lots of “Ooooh’s and Aaaaah’s.”