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Commander’s Palace is a restaurant in the Garden District that has been around since 1880. It is owned by the same family that owns Brennan’s, where we’d had brunch the day before. I had tried to make reservations for brunch ahead of time, but they were booked solid because of it being Tulane’s homecoming weekend. The nice (chatty) gentleman on the phone told me to call at 9 am and see if they’d had any cancellations, and assured me that they usually did. He was right, but we had to get there by 10:30. I called the kids and Zung (who had gone down to get some breakfast at the buffet). We met in the lobby and went and got a taxi. The homes in the Garden District are amazing to drive past.
We arrived at the restaurant and they had the employees lined up and as they took us to our table they all said things, like, Welcome, Glad you could make it, Good to see you. It was fun. They had a jazz band playing. I can’t say I loved our waiter. He did a good job but he wasn’t warm and fuzzy.
He brought us garlic toast.
The cost of the entrée included an appetizer and dessert.
We ordered our drinks and food. I told out waiter I couldn’t decide between the Pecan Crusted Gulf Fish or the Truffled Lobster Frittata. He said, “Well it depends on whether you’re in the mood for breakfast or lunch.” See? Not warm and fuzzy. I went with the fish. I started with the Gumbo.
It was good, but not as good as Mr. B’s (which is owned by the same family that owns Commander’s and Brennan’s).
Zung got the Wild Shrimp Rémoulade.
The kids got the Braised Cinnamon and Apple Pinwheel, which was like dessert.
For their entrée they got the Black Currant pancakes. They were trying to see exactly how big a sugar rush they could get.
They also ordered the Sugarcane and Black Pepper bacon, you know, in case they hadn’t gotten enough sugar with the app and entrée.
Zung had the Commander’s Seafood cakes.
My pecan crusted fish.
So far, everything was very good. We were having a good time.
Then the jazz band came around and asked if we wanted them to play something. I asked what was the most requested song, and he said, “Happy Birthday.”
Okay, what’s the second most requested song? “The Saints Go Marching In.”
Go for it. They were really good. The singer had an awesome, Louis Armstrong-ish voice. I was clapping along, really enjoying it. When they got done and moved to the next table, Susie started laughing and making fun of my clapping. She said I had no rhythm at all. Patrick, who is always so sweet, kind, and loving said, “I can’t imagine what you look like when you try to dance, now that I’ve seen you TRY to clap.”
(For the record, I don’t dance because I am aware of my lack of rhythm, but I did think I could clap).
Note to self: no more clapping when rhythm is required.
You think that once your kids are in their 20’s they would act like adults. However, Susie couldn’t resist playing with the tassels that decorated the wall behind us.
Time for dessert!
Creole cream cheese cheesecake (sounds a little redundant).
Abita Root Beer and Granny Smith Buckle.
And last, but definitely not least, Creole Bread Pudding Souffle.
Ladies and gentlemen, we have a winner! This bread pudding was hands down the best. It was bread pudding with a soufflé on top and whiskey sauce poured table side. OMG! It was so good, it might just be illegal.
The kids did not eat much of their desserts. Three courses of sugar proved a bot too much for them. They were pretty sugared out.
And as you can see from this picture, 4 nights of partying hard proved a bit much for the boys.
While we were eating, a rain storm had moved in and it was pouring when we left. It continued to pour, ALL DAY LONG. I had wanted to do a ghost tour, and had finally found one that was done during the day. But the weather resulted in a decisive change of plans.
Thank goodness it had not rained the day before. Rain and an outdoor wedding definitely don’t go together.
The kids and Zung watched the Broncos game in the kids room. I am boycotting the Broncos this season because I haven’t forgiven them for trading Tim Tebow. I wanted him to marry Susie and this had really put a wrench in my plans.
I stayed in our room and read and surfed the internet. Someone on Facebook recommended I go to the Casino. By the time I got that organized (Zung wanted to go, Nicholas wanted to go) it was pretty late. Zung and I walked to a CVS so I could get hairspray. I had run out and in this humidity, it was showing. Zung and I then walked to Harrah’s casino and Nicholas arrived soon after.
You can’t see it in this picture, but these were the shoes I wore as I walked all over the French Quarter, all evening long. They are incredibly comfortable, and to die for cute.
We headed back to the hotel to get Patrick and Susie so we could go to our last dinner in NOLA.