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Fox News Was Right

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It’s the killing, stupid. It’s the killing.

Recently much of New Orleans took a break between the festivals we attended last weekend and the ones we have planned for this one to engage in our other favorite activity: being righteously pissed at anyone who dares criticize NOLA.

We love our festivals here, and our music, and our culture, and our architecture, and our spirit, and our individuality. But most of all, we love us some us.

And we’re good at many things here. One of the things we’re best at is circling the wagons when any outsiders start firing arrows in our direction. That is sadly ironic when the arrows are metaphorical but the ceaseless hail of bullets they frequently reference is all too real. Continue reading

French Quarter Fest 2013 Music Better

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This thing just keeps on growing, doesn’t it? Last year FQF added Thursday for the first time. All you need do is look at this year’s Thursday music lineup and it’ obvious that was a success. Some acts are back who missed the lineup last year, there are always some new dicoveries, and choosing is as always the hardest thing. You know the drill by now: Below are some best bests, some of the things I find most intriguing about this year’s lineup. But never, never, never just take my advice or anyone else’s; drop in on a set or three from some people you don’t know and you’ll find yourself with some new favorites before the weekend’s over. Let’s get to it:

Thursday:

You know that ‘don’t spend the day in only one place’ advice we always give? Well you could be forgiven for ignoring us a bit on Thursday and hitting the double bill of Joe Krown, Walter Wolfman Washington and Russell Batiste from 12:45-2:00 and Irma Thomas from 2:15-3:45 at the Abita stage. But there are some other gems available on the first day as well.

Susan Cowsill from 4:30-5:30 at the Louis Louis Pavilion is essential. If you’ve never seen her, this would be a good day. If you’ve seen her 50 times, this would still be a good day.

Banu Gibson from 12:30-1:45 at Jackson Square: We used to check out this old-school songstress at Donna’s in the days before the best club on Rampart shut down. Think great musicians and terrific standards.

Soul Rebels from  5:15 to 6:45 at the Capital One stage: This ridiculous brass band missed FQF last year, and it was noticed. Maybe the best act on the first day of the Fest. Continue reading

French Quarter Fest 2013 Food Better

Muriel's Crawfish and Goat Cheese Crepes

Muriel’s Crawfish and Goat Cheese Crepes

She Said:

Sunglasses: check!

Blanket:  check!

Music schedule:  check!

It’s a gloriously sunny day in mid-April as the sun shines blissfully across the manicured lawn in Jackson Square. The honeysuckle and fresh cut grass smell are all but non-existent, instead replaced by wafts of crawfish, slow cooked duck and perfectly golden fried donuts. There is absolutely no place you or I would rather be than in New Orleans at the 30th Annual French Quarter Festival. Showcasing the city’s premier musical talent and food that is sure to make you want to slap your mama, the annual event proves the perfect culmination of all things rendering  New Orleans a truly soul-capturing destination.

Having done this a time or twelve, I strongly suggest a two pronged approach to the fest: list both your music set and food must haves by location and then create a master plan to be sure you get them all. If you are at all like me, the food side might look like it chewed up Rebirth and spit them out. Assuming this to be the case you have two choices:  either go more days (like I opt for) or bring 8 of your closest friends to share your culinary adventure. My plan always hinges on the music as the base with the nearest foot options accompanying the tunes. Time and stomach space is far too precious to waste on average food.

Enter the He Said She Said culinary duo. Our picks are tried and true so you can bet your sweet ass we have sampled damn near every vendor through the years. First things first: keep these few simple rules of engagement in mind and read-on for the best of the fest food recommendations.

  • Steer clear of the restaurants.  They are likely to be over crowded and frankly, that is what every other weekend in the French Quarter is for. Skip breakfast and hit the booths as they open at 11. This helps with pacing your culinary journey.
  • Print out the food list and have it highlighted based upon your preferences. The festival management has done a good job over the past few years of listing food booths by general area.

Newcomers of note are listed under their respective food areas.  FQF added vendors at 500 Decatur Street this year which Idid not break out separately because of the limited depth of options. It is worth a stop however if you are in the area to get a Lasyone’s Meat Pie.

Once again, we use our nearly famous Mardi Gras Indian rating scale to present our favorites by location. Here’s how it works:

Big Chief: The can’t miss, kick-ass, hate yourself tomorrow if you didn’t eat it featured item.

Flag Boy: Close to the Big Chief. Our pick for second best in the area.

Spy Boy: Light on its feet. Refreshing and reviving choices.

Medicine Man: Good for what could ail you. Festival comfort food hearty enough to absorb some alcohol.

Wild Man: Step out of your comfort zone and try something unusual.

We’ll start with Woldenberg Riverfront Stage-

FQFI, I once again beg you to consider splitting out the two areas of food encompassed in the Woldenberg Riverfront Stage listing. There is almost nothing worse than fixing your face for Boucherie’s 12 Hour Roast Beef Po’Boy and realizing that the only thing keeping you from your your ultimate destiny is 3 small stages, harboring six thousand people.

New this year and worth trying at the Woldenberg Riverfront in 2013:

Cool Fruit Sensations:  serving up lemonade, strawberry lemonade, pineapple lemonade and watermelon lemonade in addition to fruit bowls.
Restaurant R’evolution: Beef Debris Po-Boy with Truffle Cole Slaw- definitely on a must-try list!

 

Big Chief: Boucherie 12 Hour Roast Beef Po’Boy with Pickled Red Onions and Horseradish Crème. There is a reason this dish reigns supreme for a third year- it is just that good!

Flag Boy: Love at First Bite Cochon de lait po boy. Walker’s restaurant in New Orleans East has been showcasing this giant since 2009 under it’s catering arm Love at First Bite. I would say this is a can’t miss.

Spy Boy:  I gotta go with the freeze. If this past weekend was any indication, you’ll be hot and looking for something to keep cool.  Mango Freeze will do the trick.

Medicine Man:  Run on over to Crescent Pie and Sausage for some alcohol absorbing Bad Bart’s Black Jambalaya and a sausage link.  That should do the trick.

Wild Man:  Hands down R’evolution’s Beef Debris Po-Boy with Truffle Cole Slaw. I’ll put my money on this pick any day.

Jackson Square-

Back again from a brief hiatus is Jaques-Imo’s Café with a Slow Roasted Duck Po-Boy and their signature Shrimp & Alligator Sausage Cheesecake. Unfortunately there are no newcomers among the vendors at Jackson Square.

Big Chief: Ahh Muriel’s, how I dream of your Crawfish and Goat Cheese Crepe 11 months per year. Unless this is your first FQF, get here first thing of the day to avoid the obnoxiously long lines. Crepes are the perfect breakfast food!. Located just to the right of the clock facing the Cathedral.

Flag Boy: Dickie Brennan’s Steakhouse Prime Beef debris poboy gets my vote for second place at Jackson Square. This is always a solid option. You’ll find them at the Dickie Brennan’s Bourbon House booth.

Spy Boy:  Wash some crepes and a prime beef debris poboy down with a little Creole Crème Cheese ice cream with Louisiana strawberries a la Quinton’s Ice Cream.

Medicine Man: Vaucresson Sausage Company’s Creole Crawfish Sausage Po-Boy should do the trick.  If your night was such a blow-out that you are not yet ready for food, start the day with a generous portion of liquid vegetables in the form of a Bloody Mary from Pat O’Brien’s.

Wild Man: I’m going with Jaques-Imo’s Slow Roasted Duck Po-Boy. If you like duck this is a smart bet. If you don’t like duck, you should.

Old U.S. Mint-

Schiro’s Café and Dreamy Weenies join the ranks for 2013. I am very glad to see not only is Three Muses back but they have added a new dish this year. Ultimately I still think the Mint’s food line-up is light in comparison to both its music schedule and its counterparts in other parts of the fest. If you find yourself here for an extended period of time however, fear not because you’ll find something worth your dollars.

Big Chief: Third time’s the charm for The Joint’s pulled pork poboy with coleslaw. This was a very tough decision given the competition Three Muses brought last year with their Lamb Sliders and Feta Fries.

Flag Boy: Give me the Lamb Sliders. It is no surprise as mentioned above that Three Muses gets the number 2 spot.

Spy Boy: Cool off with a Plum Street snoball while you enjoy the shade on the backside or the Zydeco in the sun.

Medicine Man: Dunbar’s catfish and potato salad is sure to soak up some of yesterday’s toxins and get you ready for hair of the dog.

Wild Man: Dreamy Weenies’ Genchili Dog gets my vote. Add some chili and the trinity to mix and you are sure to be cured from whatever spell you might have come under last night.

And there you have it. Our 2013 French Quarter Festival food picks. For the third year in a row, our guide for the discriminating Fest gourmand. Be sure to come hungry, do as much food ‘research’ as you can, and maybe we’ll see you there!

 

French Quarter Fest 2013: Logistics Better

He and She Said:

Welcome to the 2011 2012 2013 French Quarter Fest.

Last year, we led with the story of the ant and the grasshopper. For 2013, we’re going all corporate on you.

Remember Who Moved My Cheese? Published in 1998, this was the organizational must-read of the fin de seicle, selling over 26 million copies. Yeah, that’s not a misprint. Some guy was struck by the blinding insight that things don’t always stay the same, managed to expand that one-sentence aphorism to about 100 pages (including preface, forward, afterword, acknowledgements, etc, etc), include a cast of characters named Sniff, Scurry, Hem and Haw (I’m not making this up), and make a freaking fortune. If you ever labor under the illusion that business persons know what they’re doing, pick up a copy of Who Moved My Cheese sometime and disabuse yourself of that notion.

But back to the matter at hand. As always, there is change at French Quarter Fest in 2013, and helping you cope with all that moving cheese (and poboys, and music, and beer, and…) is our pleasure and avocation here at He Said/She Said Global HQ. There’s a new title sponsor this year (Chevron), a new evening concert series, new stages, and a new food area. You know you’ll see our detailed guide to the food and to the music as the week progesses, but today we give you the never-imitated, somewhat legendary tribute to overthinking: our annual guide to FQF logistics, complete with maps and arrows and things, designed to help you get the most out of the festivities.

 Let’s dive right in:

Why to go: Are you kidding me? You do know your pockets are about to get vacuumed by two weekends of Jazzfest, right? Quint Davis could give Walt Disney tips on how to turn people upside-down and shake until their pockets turn inside-out. If you don’t have the spare change to mingle with the tie-dye gentry at the Fairgrounds this is the place for you. A weekend packed with more music than you can imagine, and every bit of it free. You’ll read our primer on this year’s best bets, right? And by the way, every bit of it’s local. No chance here of standing elbow to elbow with 100,000 people listening to someone who hasn’t been relevant since 1974. By the time Sunday night comes, you’ll feel like someone’s poured a barrelful of WWOZ over your naked body. And then there’s the food, a NOLA cornucopia of everything imaginable. And yes, we’ve done the heavy lifting for you on that topic as well, putting ourselves at caloric hazard to provide a Mardi Gras Indian themed guide to the can’t miss selections.

And then there’s the Quarter itself, at its marvelous best this time of year. A spring morning or afternoon on Governor Nichols, Royal, Barracks, Burgundy, and many other streets is a real treat. If all you ever see of the Quarter is Bourbon you’ve really sold yourself short. Despite our occasional snarky comments, we do love Jazzfest, but the Fairgrounds cannot match the living scenery of the French Quarter.

What to Bring: FQF is not Jazzfest. The geography is much larger, and you really need to take that into account. As with Jazzfest, be sure you have a hat, sunglasses, sunscreen, a camera, and comfortable shoes. Cash is king at the festival booths, but the mighty plastic is enthusiastically accepted at most fine FQ establishments. Many bars have ATMs with the typically usurious withdrawal fees and there is an actual, like, real Regions bank at the corner of Toulouse and Chartres as well.

Travel light. As light as you can. The set up your camp at the Acura stage and wander to return later deal doesn’t really work here. So unless you plan to hang at one stage all day (a practice we strongly discourage) pack as little gear as you can. Consider leaving the festival chairs at home and opt for a blanket instead. We cannot stress enough that exploring FQF the way you should will involve much more walking than at Jazzfest, so plan accordingly. But, the other side of this coin is that shade is readily available all day (check out our map for the 411 on shady music below), in stark contrast to the blast-furnace conditions that can sometime prevail at Jazzfest. And if it rains, no big deal either. Just a hunch, but we think you’ll not have trouble finding a cozy dry watering hole happy to have your custom. That’s a far better thing than standing miserably in a Fairgrounds deluge watching hippies mud-surf as animals walk by two-by-two on their way to the ark. (Anyone out there remember Billy Joel?)

Parking: So, you show up at 1:00pm and can’t believe there’s no place to park. Seriously? FQF is really not an in-and-out event. Our advice: Get there early and make a day of it. The lots on South Peter and Decatur (and pretty much everywhere else) fill up early, and you have to negotiate fifty thousand pedestrians playing alcohol-fueled Frogger to get to them. Believe it or not, we’ve actually parked legally on the street in the backside of the Quarter once or twice, but that was probably before 9am. If you must drive, consider the Marigny or even the CBD.

Your best stress free option is a cab or public transportation. If you drop a few bucks on a cab, so what? After all, it didn’t cost you $50 just to walk into the Quarter. But why not consider a bus or a streetcar? In 2012 our very smart friends over at Just Off the Red Streetcar Line did a terrific job of cataloging the various ways to get your ass to the Fest , and you can help yourself to the fruits of their labor. Just remember, there are many better options than leaving your Escalade across some Quarter resident’s driveway. There’s one number to call to have the offending carbon-footprint towed, and everyone who lives in the Quarter has it on speed-dial. Trust us on this.

Surviving the Woldenberg Stages: If you’ve read us last year or the year before, you’ve seen these maps before, but that doesn’t matter because virtually everyone at the Fest makes their way to the Riverfront sooner or later. Sadly, the Woldenberg stages represent the entirety of FQF for some. First piece of advice: Get around to the other stages. We’ve got details on the ins and outs of each below. But, you’re going to get to Woldenberg sometime, and this is where the complaints about overcrowding really escalate. A big part of that is poor planning. So check out right here our illustrated for surviving the Riverfront, including how NOT to get there, how to manage the most challenging stage at FQF, how to best manage the Abita Stage, and our guide to the Secret Stage:

Woldenberg Stages


First things first: Note the location of the Woldenberg stages on the map above. More importantly, note the streets, Saint Peter, Toulouse, and Saint Louis, that the vast majority of festival attendees use to access these stages. (Also note that new for 2013 is the Natchez Wharf Kid’s Stage at Tulouse and the river; I guess FQF felt this area didn’t draw enough crowds). Let’s take a look at what happens after that:

FQF Cattle Run

In essence, the entire traffic flow for three of the largest stages at the Fest (plus the new Children’s Stage) is compressed into a single walkway about 25 feet wide. This is usually where people start to complain about it being too crowded. Tip number one: Don’t use St, Peter, Toulouse, or St Louis to access the Riverfront. Which leads us to our next tip:

The most challenging stage at FQF, and how to navigate it:

Take a look at this view of the lovely Harrah’s ‘Louis Louis’ Pavillion:


One glance should tell you enough. This is a major stage with some very good acts, but it’s tucked away in a corner with limited green space, and almost everyone accessing the big Abita Stage passes right through the same area. As if that weren’t enough, Harrah’s is surrounded on two-sides by the dreaded food booth gauntlet. Think hard about this Stage. It will always be crowded, and if you want to see one of the late acts it might be best to just camp out there. Tip number two: As the arrow indicates, if you’re going to do this stage, access it via Conti Street, loop through the field behind the food booth gauntlet and come in from the opposite side of the running of the humans. And now on to our next topic:

Beyond the Point of No Return: The Abita Stage

This is the biggest stage, and chances are you’re gonna want to get there sometime during the fest. But, this is also the home of what we call the dreaded point of no return, the place where some throw in the towel and declare French Quarter Fest too crowded for their tastes. After you force your way through the running of the humans and pass the giant bottleneck created by the confluence of the Harrah’s Stage and the Food Booth Gauntlet you’re confronted by another even narrower walkway lined with more food booths before emerging into a meadow with what looks like a tent city occupying every square inch of grass. It’s at this point that some folks give up. But, there is a secret here. Check out this map:

Surviving the Abita Stage:
The bottleneck at the front of the meadow approaching the point of no return is so intense that most fest-goers don’t realize that the Abita Stage is actually less crowded near the front than it is near the back, because people get frustrated and give up, assuming it must be utter madness further forward. Tip number three: Access the Abita Stage from Bienville Street, avoiding the bottleneck completely, and snuggle in closer to the front of the stage. Which brings us to our final segment:

The Secret Stage: The Best Stage at Woldenberg

The Riverside Legacy Stage, or as we will always call it, The Brass Band Stage, is tucked between the Abita Stage and the Children’s area in front of the Aquarium. It goes without saying that you need more brass bands in your life. If you just finished a twelve-hour Hot 8 marathon, you still need more brass band in your life, if you take our meaning. Even better than that is the impact the bottlenecks at the other stages have on this one. Tip number four: Take Bienville Street, avoid the crowds, and hang a right turn directly into the small field alongside the Aquarium and in front of the Brass Band Stage.

Spread a blanket and do what you wanna in the absolute best crowd to music ratio at the entire fest.


There you have it: Four essential tips for navigating the Woldenberg stages. Follow this advice and we promise you’ll improve your FQF experience.

And finally, a few notes on the other stages at the fest:

The Mint: Several interesting secrets here: First, the backside stage along Esplanade gets afternoon shade, so this is a terrific place to spread a blanket. Also, inside the Mint are actual real bathrooms. Enter from either side and go up the stairs. For winos, the absolute most underrated wine list in New Orleans is just across Barracks at Louisiana Pizza Kitchen, of all places. And a few doors down from there is our favorite sangria in town (along with great margaritas) at El Gato Negro. For the visually oriented, check out this illustration of the joys of the Mint:

The French Market Stage: Steps away from El Gato Negro is also the French Market Stage. In case you didn’t know, NOLA is a swing-dance hotbed, and this is a great chance to see National Championship caliber dancers grooving to the music with plenty of room to take a shot at it yourself if you’re brave enough.

Royal Street: These are among our faves and often overlooked. Nice places to set up early and catch a set or two of gypsy jazz. Before you leave, be sure to check out the BMI Stage.

BMI Singer-Songwriter Stage: This is a find: a cool respite from the heat and crowds and another good bathroom location. As the name suggests, this stage features intimate 30 minute solo sets emphasizing the songwriter’s craft. Get here at least once.

Jackson Square: A good place to get to early in the day to stake out some grassy space. Tip: Have you ever noticed the alternate Roman numeral 4 on the Cathedral clock? Editors Note: A smart reader pointed out last year that the numeral on the Cathedral clock was indeed an acceptable (though less common) variation on the number 4 at the time it was constructed, but you should still check it out.

Dutch Alley: Secluded and shady; a perfect stop when you want to turn down the volume a bit.

House of Blues Stage: It appears to us that this upper Decatur stage is relocating in 2013 from its former sunstroke inducing corner to the interior of the HOB, giving us yet another shady destination. Always a good thing.

Monteleone/Palm Court: So the Monteleone again sponsers a stage, it is again among our shady venues, but your destination is NOT the signature Carousel Bar in the hotel on upper Royal but instead the Palm Court Jazz Club on lower Decatur and the opposite end of the Quarter, home base of centenarian trumpeter Lionel Ferbos and worth checking out this year.

Made in the shade: It can be hot and steamy out there, and you’ll want to take a break from the sunshine every now and again. As we mentioned above, there are like 1000 bars happy to help you out with that. But if you can’t bear to miss the music, check out this new for 2012 map noting all the shady spots and indoor stages, very important items to add to your strategic plan. As noted previously, the back side of the Mint at Esplanade and Dutch Alley are both terrific shaded outdoor venues. And the BMI Stage in the Historic New Orleans Collection on Royal is a shady courtyard that feels like a secret hideout for grownups. We wouldn’t necessarily use the adjective ‘cool’ to describe Preservation Hall, but it is indoors and thus meets the shade criterion. For the trifecta of music, shade, and A/C, consider both Irvin Mayfield’s Jazz Playhouse on Bourbon in the Royal Sonesta and the new for this year stage at the newly renovated and always legendary Carousel Bar in the Monteleone Hotel on upper Royal. Here are all the locations:

FQF Shade Map 2013
So that’s it: Our guide to the logistics of our favorite festival. Let us know if these tips help, and let us know if you have any questions we didn’t address. And, here are our comprehensive guides to the food and the music to complete your planning!

How and Why You Should Roast Hatch Chiles

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Had enough summer yet?

Yeah, me too. But I'm thinking of fall this week with the arrival at Whole Foods of this year's harvest of Hatch Chiles. Hatch is a town in New Mexico, and the eponymous chiles are a subset of the green chiles which are a foundation of New Mexican cuisine. For more about them, Whole Foods offers some excellent exposition…

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He and She Said: We posted this last August as we celebrated the annual arrival of Hatch Chiles. They are like the swallows of San Juan Capistrano, but much tastier. It's been getting hits like crazy via Google searches over the past week, so we thought we'd make it easier for those newly infected with the Hatch virus and just reblog it.

Miss You: Jacqui Naylor at Snug Harbor

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So, you’re in the middle of doing whatever, some kind of something else, and you hear that piece of music for the first time, and you stop. Stop whatever that something else was and just listen with a who the hell is that?

In my head, I understand that music just isn’t that visceral for many people, but my heart can’t figure out how that can be. So if you can’t immediately think of where you where and what you were doing the moment you first heard song x or artist y, the rest of this probably won’t mean much. But if you are similarly afflicted, maybe you’ll get where I’m coming from.

After she died, I wrote about having exactly that experience the first time I heard Amy Winehouse. And it was like that the first time I heard Kind of Blue. And those are just a couple of examples.

Shortly after a divorce, I found myself, the clothes on my back, and two or three other random possessions in a furnished apartment on Frenchmen Street, tapping away on my laptop with WWOZ in the background. And that was my introduction to Jacqui Naylor.

The San Francisco based jazz vocalist was scheduled for two sets at Snug Harbor that week, and ‘OZ previewed the show with her take on Miss You. The Stones’ homage to the 1970’s New York City disco scene was transformed into a moody rainy day jazz meditation, perfectly arranged. It is as good today as when I first heard it.

Back then, you had to venture out into the real world to get your hands on a piece of music, and so within 24 hours I’d made the trip to acquire Shelter, her new release, and stopped by Snug to get tickets to the show.

Naylor plays one set a year at Snug Harbor, and for awhile I’d been to each of them. I missed her last year, but she’s back again this Saturday night, and we’ll be there for the 10pm set. If you like vocal jazz she’s an artist you may not have heard of who is very much worth checking out. For those of you on Spotify, here’s a link to a quick five song Jacqui sampler, including both Miss You and a version of My Funny Valentine as set to Back in Black (really).

Hope we’ll see you there.

An Open Letter to Brett Anderson

Editor’s note: Yesterday, the TImes-Picayune announced substantial layoffs, among them long-time food critic Brett Anderson

Follow up note: On Friday, June 15th, the Times Picayune announced that they would welcome Brett Anderson’s return subsequent to his Nieman fellowship.

He and She Said:

Brett,

We’re somewhat unsurprised, but nevertheless saddened to hear you’re leaving us.

No economists, we do not pretend to offer any educated opinions on the financial wisdom or lack thereof of recent decisions affecting the Times Picayune. But we know great writing, and yours has been.

We don’t know you personally and as far as we are aware, you don’t know us at all. But your work over the years has been both a source of pleasure and entertainment to us and a benchmark against which to judge our own writing.

We’re fortunate in many things in this city. Not least among them is the passionate food culture that has resulted in a thriving community of amateur food writers, many of whom write very well and provide an up to the minute perspective on the New Orleans dining scene.

In our view, those efforts have augmented but do not substitute for the work of professionals like yourself. That statement does not diminish the writing of our very talented brethren, but rather recognizes the quality of the work you have produced.

New Orleans is one of the great food cities on earth, and you have been the best of the journalists covering our traditions. Good luck to you in the future, and be assured you will be greatly missed.

Steve and Sheree Smith

Reflections: Jazz Festing and First Times

She Said:

There’s a first time for everything.

 

Have you recovered yet? I can assure you that I am still getting there. Jazz Fest takes a lot out of a person but it gives back so much to a soul. It is like a bank whereby I store up little deposits of culture and good vibes that allow me to manage through the lulls. 

 

He Said and I came to the realization a long time ago: Jazz Fest is more than just music and food from 11-7 Thursday-Sunday for two weeks. It’s about connecting with old friends, camaraderie, making new friends, after Fest events, early morning parties, night concerts, etc. etc. It is a lifestyle.

 

This year proved no exception for the He Said/She Said household and by the time the second weekend drew to a conclusion we feltl we needed a vacation. We were limited this year to second weekend festing, but fret not my friends, because we worked hard to make up for lost time.

 

What stood out to me as I dragged myself to work that sad Monday morning, May 7 was that this year proved to be a week of “first’s”. I built my cultural bank with countless first-time and only-in New Orleans experiences.

 

Tuesday between Fest weeks we dined at Maurepas (1st dinner there) followed by drinks at both Bud Rip’s and The Saturn Bar (that’s #2 and #3). And yes, I am absolutely ashamed to say that it was my first trek to The Saturn Bar. Wednesday was a rough day but I managed to drag myself to a private courtyard concert featuring Trombone Shorty (#4 for those of you counting). That was a highlight given that it was: a) free and: b) we had an absolutely perfect viewing spot and the sound was crystal clear.

 

This year was my first Thursday Fest day which immediately made my must-do annual list. Thursdays at the Fest rock! The crowds are significantly lower and the vibe is perfect as it is widely local and everyone is skipping work- so really, what’s not to love? That night we went to the Stooges at the Hi-Ho Lounge after a repeat visit to The Saturn Bar with our dear friends. If you haven’t been on a Thursday night to see the Stooges you are missing out.

 

Our first ever crawfish boil was hosted on Friday night after our friends wrapped up at the fest. This was an unmentionable on my bucket list- How can you be from New Orleans and not have boiled crawfish yourself? No more I say as I checked that one off. Saturday morning Steve attended a French Quarter Courtyard ‘Mexican Breakfast’ which began with 8am tequila, live music and yes there was actual food as well. He attended with our friend from D.C. while I opted out because I wanted to be fresh for the day of festing ahead. Saturday post-Fest dinner was at Suis Generis and our table of 8 had a fantastic time.

 

Sunday we were in recuperation mode and did not hit the Fairgrounds. Let’s face it folks, you and I both know that the Fest and all related activities are expensive. Hence, we decided to attend one day. I was lucky enough to borrow a Brass Pass for Thursday’s visit to which I went solo (a thing I actually kind of enjoy). That evening we met up with our out-of-town compadre for an evening set at Snug Harbor: Terrance Blanchard (#7). He was awesome and the Sunday evening close-out event at Snug Harbor has become a sort of tradition for the three of us.

 

As Jazzfest drew to a close and we got back to our regular schedules I managed to get one last ‘first’ in. Tuesday morning after an early-morning work-out it dawned on me that in fact, we had an event planned Monday night. Yes, we purchased tickets to the Curds and Cocktails event put on by St. James Cheese Company the prior week. I would love to tell you how it was, but I have no idea because we completely forgot about the event which was Monday evening. I have never unknowingly skipped out on an event and I certainly wouldn’t opt out of something that we spent money on. A pretty clear sign that Jazzfest kicked our butts.

 

Here is what I’ve come to determine: Jazz Fest is akin to the Thousand Mardi Gras. There isn’t just one way to celebrate. It is a cultural experience that means many different things to many different people. The more I experience the Fest, the more I peel back my own fest onion and yet I still come back to the idea that there is a first time for everything! For now my friends, my wallet may be empty but my soul is full.

 

Modern Love: Merchant

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 Move over Freret, here comes downtown. The funky corridor of Freret between Napoleon and Jefferson was surely one of the dining stories of 2011; we’re predicting downtown will take the crown in 2012. In the vanguard of that development is Merchant, opened a few months ago in the Maritime building at 800 Common.

I’ve been a sucker for the modern aesthetic for a long time, and this was cemented by our visit to Barcelona, the most self-consciously designed place I’ve ever been, a few years back. NOLA has its own rich architectural heritage but it’s always nice to see at least a few places depart from Europe circa 1811 in favor of Europe 2011, and Merchant is one of these.

Sleek and dominated by shades of white, merchant sports what looks like a 1000 horsepower espresso maker in blinding chrome that catches the eye when you enter. The center of the main room features a large communal table and stools line both the counter and the window facing Common. A side hall offers additional seating and a wall filled with art.

‘Coffee, crepes, grapes’ is the tagline here. At it was 9:30 am during our visit, we didn’t partake of the grape, but we did notice the nicely varied selection next to the register. Coffee, exclusively Illy, was excellent. One look at the aforementioned espresso megalith tells you all you need to know about how seriously these people take their java. I was bouncing off the walls after trying both the drip and an Americano, but anything in the name of research, you know. And the crepes were lovely. I had the salumi and egg with goat cheese and red onion, and Sheree opted for the triple cream, baked apple and honey, leaving the duck confit and the pancetta for another day. Both crepes were served with a side salad, just as they would be in Paris, elegant and tasty.

As this was our first visit, much of the menu remains to be explored, but we’re looking forward to the opportunity to try some of the croquet baton, crostini, and other items. The menu is very French, but the vibe has no Parisian bistro in it all. Again I felt I could be in a hip café in the Eixample district of Barcelona, and that is very much a compliment. Crepes were a very reasonable 8 bucks, so price is no deterrent to checking this place out. I have a feeling we’ll all be spending more time downtown next year, and Merchant is a good place to start.

Steve Jobs: 1955-2011

Death is the destination we all share. No one has ever escaped it. And that is as it should be, because death is very likely the single best invention of life. It is life’s change agent.

…Your time is limited, so don’t waste it living someone else’s life. Don’t be trapped by dogma – which is living with the results of other people’s thinking.

-Steve Jobs: 2005 Stanford University Commencement Address

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Food for thought on this day.

Words like visionary and genius are tossed around a bit too much; it is worthwhile to pause and take note on the rare occasion when they are understatements. Yesterday was such a day.

Jobs’ Stanford address is 15 minutes you will not forget.