Recently I had the great fortune of making a trip to New Orleans. It is a city I have always loved dearly and had not been to for seven years.
This was the first time I was there without my parents, and even though I was with many friends and made many new friends, I missed them. It was unexpected to say the least.
New Orleans has changed since it was decimated by Katrina and there was something missing. The ghosts seem to have retreated a bit. But the subtle fragrance of Magnolia in the air was still there and that alone stirred my heart as I walked the streets of the French Quarter.
I took tons of food pictures and I need to report on the various restaurants and delicacies I tried.
But first, I must comment on the bloody mary bar at the Bristol. They really know what they are doing.
I believe we see olives, tomatillos, lemons, limes, celery, Tabasco, Worcestershire sauce and the absolutely necessary pickle spear.
I don't personally care about all of these individual spices, but what a nice touch!
Pickle brine is the secret ingredient in a good bloody.