re: Arse's Fatty Rewind™ (Canal Place, Mr. B's, Desi Vega, Sylvain, etc)

We then headed to meet her family at Desi Vega's for dinner. We had reservations and were sat immediately. Our server was a yat from either Metry or the Parish. I couldn't put my finger on it. Either way, he was on and I would request him in the future.

While we were placing drink orders, complimentary meatballs were sent to the table.



My god were those little frickers delicious. There's no such things as too much garlic when it comes to meat.

I started my meal with turtle soup, and I decided to share the porterhouse (medium rare) with the lady.



The turtle soup was fine. It had some type of green in it, and it threw me off a little bit. I did still enjoy it, but I don't think turtle soup is one of those dishes that should be left open for different variations.

Before the meat arrived, they sent hot plates of sizzling butter to the table.



The meat was beautiful.




We also ordered cream spinach, lyonnaise potatoes, and several sides.



The steak was perfection. It was cooked perfectly and the taste was outstanding, even the grizzle.




For dessert, we got a ton of shite. I recall Peanut Butter icebox pie, bread pudding, creme brulee, and red velvet brownie a la mode.






I'm not a fan of bread pudding, so I didn't try it. My favorite was the ice box pie followed by the brownie.

After dinner, we went to SoBou and had a couple cocktails. I ordered a Heavy Metal Drummer,a ginger old fashioned with Johnny Drum Bourbon and a hint of smoke from Laiphroaig Islay Scotch. It was delicious. My only mistake was eating the ginger. I thought it was a candy. I was wrong. Huge mistake.



After shooting the shite with the bartender, she realized I was a cool dude. We received some complimentary shots.



After drinks, we walked around a little more and went to watch some live music on Bourbon. I'm glad I don't do that too often. The freaks truly do come out at night.

We then returned to the hotel, after my stomach decided it could not handle any more.

On Sunday, I awoke feeling like a champion at 6. I threw on the television and grabbed some coffee, which tasted like shite. It's no wonder that shite is free.

I then showered and walked to mass. It was raining a little, but it was washing the sins off of me.

After mass, we went to Sylvain for brunch. The lady was craving chicken biscuits, which are outstanding. I started my meal off with a rye drink with some type of fruit in it.



We ordered three chicken biscuits, and I also ordered this black-eyed pea cake. I love black-eyed peas.




The biscuits come with a side of honey butter and sage gravy. These things are insane. I was spreading butter all over them and dipping them in gravy. I would have been happy with just these.

The cakes were okay. Had the poached egg been a little more runny, I would have been happier. I also had to request some hot sauce to spice things up. The peas were interesting in cake form.

We then went to Lafitte's for a drink. I got a bourbon, and she got a purple. After the drink, I realized I was exhausted. We headed home to watch some football. I think I passed out.

Around dinner time, I didn't feel like dining anywhere. I decided to order pickup for High Hat. I got the pimento cheese burger and fries.




This is a great burger, which I have had on several occasions. This time I found it to be a little salty, so I decided to cut that with a little mayo.


While eating, I watched a Newman great make a spectacular catch.


I hope everyone has a great Thanksgiving with family and friends. Remember that it's not embarrassing to go back for thirds.

Stay fat, my friends.

-Arse