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Posted on 2/11/21 at 4:19 pm to Fat Harry
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My favorite Popeyes was on the corner of Carrollton and Canal
I use to deliver there every Wednesday and Sat. 1st stop was on Canal near Bourbon. Then St Charles, right near Lee Circle, came back and caught Popeyes under the Saenger, headed to Broad and caught the Churchs on Broad, then the Popeyes on Carrolton and Canal. Churchs on Earhart, then Popeyes on Earhart and Carrolton. Finished up at Popeyes and Churchs on William's AVE. That's when I was in shape. Would unload 1200 cases and be back in Houma for about 3.
Posted on 2/11/21 at 4:24 pm to The Spleen
Friends,
Spleen, please expect a review of that sandwich soon. I note that the Florida panhandle, at least the beach towns, do have quite a pleasant offering with their fried grouper sandwiches. In fact, their blackened mahi mahi sandwiches are also quite delicious. It is perhaps the fried fish sandwich capital of America. New Orleans certainly does not specialize in fried fish sandwiches or poorboys. It just is not what we do, so it surprises me that Popeyes is offering fried flounder sandwiches now. I guess it is evidence that Popeyes really is not a New Orleans company anymore. I cannot wait to see what trinkets are available.
Demshoes, you are wrong. The workers at my Popeyes are extremely diligent and industrious. It is popular, especially among the racist faction of the OT and PT, to make thinly veiled racist innuendos about the fine chefs and workers at Popeyes, demeaning them because they have had several slower experiences. But I have not experienced anything like what they claim to experience on a regular basis. It is the norm, not the exception, for me to enter and exit a Popeyes with food in hand in under five minutes. The same cannot be said for CFA. I applaud the hard work these underpaid people do, as they are a big part of what makes New Orleans and Mardi Gras special to me.
Saskwatch, perhaps one day we could wet some lines together. I do not know why our fish seems to prefer chartreuse plastics in the summer. In the winter, I prefer a pearl or smoke colored plastic, but when the water clears, lime is the color of choice.
Baers Foot, I am glad you enjoyed them. They are a delightful and quite economical snack, something that most people have never considered. Next time, get some Great Value sardines in oil. They are delicious on their own, or mixed in a salad. When I have time, I will sometimes throw them on the grill to get some sear marks.
GoAway, I did not know who that was before I searched him. His YouTube channel is enjoyable, and he has a nice accent and pleasant vocabulary and style.
CHEDBALLZ, on a scale of 10, I would give it a 2.5. I am not planning on eating it again. If you go to Popeyes, get the chicken because that is what Popeyes does best. If you want fried fish, go to a poorboy shop and get fried fish. Sammy's in Gentilly has a good fried speckled trout. The fried catfish poorboys at Danny & Clyde's in Metairie are pretty good and under $10. I suppose if you live in a landlocked seafood desert and really are desperate for a frozen fried fish sandwich, Popeyes is now an option. But the best bites were those in which I did not taste the fish, but instead, just the bread, sauce, batter, and pickles.
PeteRose, shall we add you to the invite list for next year's Christmas caroling and hot chocolate gathering?
Legion of Doom, a very happy and joyous Mardi Gras to you and your mother, too. Mother was thrilled to receive your good wishes and she said, "Tell Lod," that is what she calls you because she thinks doom is a curse word, "to eat plenty of Jesus the King cake the next six days!"
Yours,
TulaneLSU
Spleen, please expect a review of that sandwich soon. I note that the Florida panhandle, at least the beach towns, do have quite a pleasant offering with their fried grouper sandwiches. In fact, their blackened mahi mahi sandwiches are also quite delicious. It is perhaps the fried fish sandwich capital of America. New Orleans certainly does not specialize in fried fish sandwiches or poorboys. It just is not what we do, so it surprises me that Popeyes is offering fried flounder sandwiches now. I guess it is evidence that Popeyes really is not a New Orleans company anymore. I cannot wait to see what trinkets are available.
Demshoes, you are wrong. The workers at my Popeyes are extremely diligent and industrious. It is popular, especially among the racist faction of the OT and PT, to make thinly veiled racist innuendos about the fine chefs and workers at Popeyes, demeaning them because they have had several slower experiences. But I have not experienced anything like what they claim to experience on a regular basis. It is the norm, not the exception, for me to enter and exit a Popeyes with food in hand in under five minutes. The same cannot be said for CFA. I applaud the hard work these underpaid people do, as they are a big part of what makes New Orleans and Mardi Gras special to me.
Saskwatch, perhaps one day we could wet some lines together. I do not know why our fish seems to prefer chartreuse plastics in the summer. In the winter, I prefer a pearl or smoke colored plastic, but when the water clears, lime is the color of choice.
Baers Foot, I am glad you enjoyed them. They are a delightful and quite economical snack, something that most people have never considered. Next time, get some Great Value sardines in oil. They are delicious on their own, or mixed in a salad. When I have time, I will sometimes throw them on the grill to get some sear marks.
GoAway, I did not know who that was before I searched him. His YouTube channel is enjoyable, and he has a nice accent and pleasant vocabulary and style.
CHEDBALLZ, on a scale of 10, I would give it a 2.5. I am not planning on eating it again. If you go to Popeyes, get the chicken because that is what Popeyes does best. If you want fried fish, go to a poorboy shop and get fried fish. Sammy's in Gentilly has a good fried speckled trout. The fried catfish poorboys at Danny & Clyde's in Metairie are pretty good and under $10. I suppose if you live in a landlocked seafood desert and really are desperate for a frozen fried fish sandwich, Popeyes is now an option. But the best bites were those in which I did not taste the fish, but instead, just the bread, sauce, batter, and pickles.
PeteRose, shall we add you to the invite list for next year's Christmas caroling and hot chocolate gathering?
Legion of Doom, a very happy and joyous Mardi Gras to you and your mother, too. Mother was thrilled to receive your good wishes and she said, "Tell Lod," that is what she calls you because she thinks doom is a curse word, "to eat plenty of Jesus the King cake the next six days!"
Yours,
TulaneLSU
Posted on 2/11/21 at 5:13 pm to TulaneLSU
Yes, that would be most delightful. I have a request that you”ll refer to me as “ball player” if you were to included me in your stories.
Posted on 2/11/21 at 6:08 pm to Jake88
quote:
Kan Pai was good.
Damn that brings back some good memories. Great sushi buffet.
Posted on 2/11/21 at 6:44 pm to Jake88
Friend,
Thank you for jogging that memory of the Canal sushi buffet called Kanpai, which is the Japanese word used when toasting. I think its literal meaning is empty your glass, and, owing to my ingestion of so much soy sauce, I Kanpai'ed often on visits to the restaurant. Nothing is as fine as N.O. Sewage and Water Board water. I do not remember if it was the first sushi buffet in the area or if it was Little Tokyo on Williams. Either way, father took me to both several times. Having thought about it, I do believe Little Tokyo was first, and it was the only Little Tokyo that was a buffet. The original on St. Charles was quite good, but I never enjoyed the one on Causeway, as it always felt so cramped and unclean.
In an era when sushi was quite expensive, almost luxurious, to be able to fill a plate with however much sushi I wanted was a revelation and better than a trip to Disney World. I remember father trying to park his emerald Jaguar in their tight lot, only to give up and find a spot on a side street bordering the Canal Street Presbyterian Church. It was a mainline church during those days, but when the Presbyterians waffled on the issue of homosexuality I think that congregation split from the national church and now that historic church is no longer Presbyterian at all.
I remember once playing volleyball in its gym upstairs, a lovely little old wood court gym that was something taken from the annals of the YMCA. But it was not the floors or the nets from that gym that imprinted my brain. No, it was a little sign over the water fountain just outside the gym. It was made of wood and painted yellow with the words, "Everyone who drinks of this water will be thirsty again; but whoever drinks of the water that I will give him shall never be thirsty" (John 4:13-14). A sign could not be placed in a better position for a parched volleyball player. I did not yet know Ball Player, but I suspect he would agree about the sign.
Anyway, my first visit there was tremendous. It was so full that we had to wait. That’s a good thing at the buffet because it meant fresh sushi being churned. I remember the sushi bar was in an L shape, with the longest portion perpendicular to Canal. With so many options, where did a youngster begin?
These were the days of my physical growth, when my appetite seemed as endless at the Pontchartrain when looking north from the southshore. At that time I enjoyed the vegetable tempura rolls so I usually got six or so sweet potato and zucchini tempura rolls.
I was still a novice to real sushi, so one of my favorite dishes when we went to Ninja, Kyoto, Sushi Brothers, or the city’s best sushi, Shogun, was the salmon box. Kanpai served this dish, an overly rice filled dish with that now to me unpleasant artificial crab mixture that all the American sushi restaurants stuff in their jumbo custom rolls. There were little slivers of salmon in the middle and atop the rice box.
I usually got two of those boxes and a dragon roll or two. Surprisingly, in retrospect, they also served nigiri filled with salmon roe. I say surprisingly because this is a very expensive item, which runs upwards of $50/ pound today. I loved that roe, which really tastes like the sea in a way oysters approach, as well as the orange colored flying fish roe nigiri. I believe it was there that I had my first green colored flying fish roe.
Salmon and tuna rolls were also piled high on my plate, not to mention, as you mentioned, the fried soft shell crab roll, which felt so opulent at the time because no one dared serve soft shell on a buffet in those days. Today I usually reserve my soft shell crabs to visits at Impastato's and Clancy's, and altogether skip the tuna unless it is the tuna Shogun style, which is the best tuna dish I have ever had.
Although there were many desserts offered, I usually stopped with a slice of orange and one of their pastry dishes, usually a cream filled profiterole. The desserts had a French flare to them. I always saved room because a trip to Kanpai always meant a trip to Brocato’s around the corner. There I usually ordered a baked Alaska and an Italian ice, usually strawberry.
If memory serves me correctly, it opened in late 1998 or early 1999 and remodeled in 2004, but they never reopened after Katrina. Instead, it became Sofa & Chairs before falling prey to the ever widening net of Ochsner. Uncle tells me that it was throat doctor's office when he was a child, and then became First Asian Restaurant in the 80s and renamed in the 90s to Dinh's Vietnamese & Chinese Cuisine. Taisuke Tomiyama, owner of Hana and Zen Cafe, bought it in the late 90s, and he brought to Kanpai authentic Japanese sensibilities to make it a great sushi buffet.
Yours,
TulaneLSU
Thank you for jogging that memory of the Canal sushi buffet called Kanpai, which is the Japanese word used when toasting. I think its literal meaning is empty your glass, and, owing to my ingestion of so much soy sauce, I Kanpai'ed often on visits to the restaurant. Nothing is as fine as N.O. Sewage and Water Board water. I do not remember if it was the first sushi buffet in the area or if it was Little Tokyo on Williams. Either way, father took me to both several times. Having thought about it, I do believe Little Tokyo was first, and it was the only Little Tokyo that was a buffet. The original on St. Charles was quite good, but I never enjoyed the one on Causeway, as it always felt so cramped and unclean.
In an era when sushi was quite expensive, almost luxurious, to be able to fill a plate with however much sushi I wanted was a revelation and better than a trip to Disney World. I remember father trying to park his emerald Jaguar in their tight lot, only to give up and find a spot on a side street bordering the Canal Street Presbyterian Church. It was a mainline church during those days, but when the Presbyterians waffled on the issue of homosexuality I think that congregation split from the national church and now that historic church is no longer Presbyterian at all.
I remember once playing volleyball in its gym upstairs, a lovely little old wood court gym that was something taken from the annals of the YMCA. But it was not the floors or the nets from that gym that imprinted my brain. No, it was a little sign over the water fountain just outside the gym. It was made of wood and painted yellow with the words, "Everyone who drinks of this water will be thirsty again; but whoever drinks of the water that I will give him shall never be thirsty" (John 4:13-14). A sign could not be placed in a better position for a parched volleyball player. I did not yet know Ball Player, but I suspect he would agree about the sign.
Anyway, my first visit there was tremendous. It was so full that we had to wait. That’s a good thing at the buffet because it meant fresh sushi being churned. I remember the sushi bar was in an L shape, with the longest portion perpendicular to Canal. With so many options, where did a youngster begin?
These were the days of my physical growth, when my appetite seemed as endless at the Pontchartrain when looking north from the southshore. At that time I enjoyed the vegetable tempura rolls so I usually got six or so sweet potato and zucchini tempura rolls.
I was still a novice to real sushi, so one of my favorite dishes when we went to Ninja, Kyoto, Sushi Brothers, or the city’s best sushi, Shogun, was the salmon box. Kanpai served this dish, an overly rice filled dish with that now to me unpleasant artificial crab mixture that all the American sushi restaurants stuff in their jumbo custom rolls. There were little slivers of salmon in the middle and atop the rice box.
I usually got two of those boxes and a dragon roll or two. Surprisingly, in retrospect, they also served nigiri filled with salmon roe. I say surprisingly because this is a very expensive item, which runs upwards of $50/ pound today. I loved that roe, which really tastes like the sea in a way oysters approach, as well as the orange colored flying fish roe nigiri. I believe it was there that I had my first green colored flying fish roe.
Salmon and tuna rolls were also piled high on my plate, not to mention, as you mentioned, the fried soft shell crab roll, which felt so opulent at the time because no one dared serve soft shell on a buffet in those days. Today I usually reserve my soft shell crabs to visits at Impastato's and Clancy's, and altogether skip the tuna unless it is the tuna Shogun style, which is the best tuna dish I have ever had.
Although there were many desserts offered, I usually stopped with a slice of orange and one of their pastry dishes, usually a cream filled profiterole. The desserts had a French flare to them. I always saved room because a trip to Kanpai always meant a trip to Brocato’s around the corner. There I usually ordered a baked Alaska and an Italian ice, usually strawberry.
If memory serves me correctly, it opened in late 1998 or early 1999 and remodeled in 2004, but they never reopened after Katrina. Instead, it became Sofa & Chairs before falling prey to the ever widening net of Ochsner. Uncle tells me that it was throat doctor's office when he was a child, and then became First Asian Restaurant in the 80s and renamed in the 90s to Dinh's Vietnamese & Chinese Cuisine. Taisuke Tomiyama, owner of Hana and Zen Cafe, bought it in the late 90s, and he brought to Kanpai authentic Japanese sensibilities to make it a great sushi buffet.
Yours,
TulaneLSU
This post was edited on 2/11/21 at 7:35 pm
Posted on 2/11/21 at 7:11 pm to TulaneLSU
quote:
Posted on 2/11/21 at 9:26 pm to TulaneLSU
I recall a green Jaguar parked in the Kanpai parking lot on occasion. I also recall a histrionic mother strongly encouraging her son "Sebastien" to eat his nigiri by heaping praise upon him for his sophisticated palate to the person on the other side of her cell phone conversation.
Is your name Sebastien?
Is your name Sebastien?
Posted on 2/11/21 at 9:33 pm to PeteRose
quote:
TulaneLSU is the only poster I’m curious to see how he is in real life.
Posted on 2/12/21 at 7:48 am to upgrayedd
I can totally see it!
Posted on 2/12/21 at 8:20 am to TulaneLSU
My Friend,
One of those up votes for your post is from me. Another enjoyable missive from you - one out of many. At times, your prose reminds me of the back page of Field and Stream and I find that a pleasure during these sometimes grim days.
One time, Mr. Walt, who I have been told has assumed another name, offered to meet the wife (MHNBPF) and me for a casino meal during a trip we made down to The southern part of the land mass to pick up a piece of pottery from Shearwater in Ocean Springs. I regret we did not do that because of time limitations. Meeting him while he was still an O'Reilly would been a tick off my bucket list, as with my desire to someday meet Ms. Gris. Sadly, I also missed meeting Mr. Balls once because of a sporting event he was attending.
Maybe we will have a chance to meet one day. It would be a pleasure to shake your hand, or elbow bump. Honestly, I prefer a tap of shoe sole as my new greeting. I'm not sure why. I guess it keeps me close to the earth. We get to NO so seldom now, I'm not sure how we would ever arrange it, but the possibility is always there I guess.
By the way, If you should find yourself in Ocean Springs, (the community I believe to be the home of Ms. Corky?), you need to check out the work of Mr. Walter Anderson's kin at Shearwater pottery and then drop by the museum in their civic center, devoted to his work. I'm sure you know, those who see genius consider him to be one of a very few American masters. It would be interesting to read what you think of him, and the work of Shearwater.
If you get there, also check out the George E. Ohr museum in Biloxi. Seeing their display of "The Mad Potter's" work is time well spent.
I bid you peace today,
MD
One of those up votes for your post is from me. Another enjoyable missive from you - one out of many. At times, your prose reminds me of the back page of Field and Stream and I find that a pleasure during these sometimes grim days.
One time, Mr. Walt, who I have been told has assumed another name, offered to meet the wife (MHNBPF) and me for a casino meal during a trip we made down to The southern part of the land mass to pick up a piece of pottery from Shearwater in Ocean Springs. I regret we did not do that because of time limitations. Meeting him while he was still an O'Reilly would been a tick off my bucket list, as with my desire to someday meet Ms. Gris. Sadly, I also missed meeting Mr. Balls once because of a sporting event he was attending.
Maybe we will have a chance to meet one day. It would be a pleasure to shake your hand, or elbow bump. Honestly, I prefer a tap of shoe sole as my new greeting. I'm not sure why. I guess it keeps me close to the earth. We get to NO so seldom now, I'm not sure how we would ever arrange it, but the possibility is always there I guess.
By the way, If you should find yourself in Ocean Springs, (the community I believe to be the home of Ms. Corky?), you need to check out the work of Mr. Walter Anderson's kin at Shearwater pottery and then drop by the museum in their civic center, devoted to his work. I'm sure you know, those who see genius consider him to be one of a very few American masters. It would be interesting to read what you think of him, and the work of Shearwater.
If you get there, also check out the George E. Ohr museum in Biloxi. Seeing their display of "The Mad Potter's" work is time well spent.
I bid you peace today,
MD
Posted on 2/12/21 at 11:08 am to MeridianDog
Friend,
What a boon to the spirits to read your thoughts this morning. I blush at your praise, but insist that, at my best, I would only be worthy of the lesser Saltwater Sportsman or Marlin Magazine.
The word around the OT is that our reformed alcoholic friend is now posting as tigergirl10. I cannot confirm the veracity of these rumors, and know the OT is home to many similar but decidedly false rumors, including some that pertain to me. Consider the source, they say.
I believe I have met Mr. Ball at an outdoor function. He does not realize it, but I am certain, nearly at least, that he gave me some produce once.
Tapping toes or heels, whichever you would prefer, would be a great honor for any Food Board member. As for pottery I was unaware of the Shearwater works until your post and I will be keen to visit and perhaps purchase some. As you probably remember Mother usually drinks her chocolate from a mug made by George Ohr. Its lip is formed like a belt and its handle like a vine. It is quite an interesting piece, but far too nice for me to use. It is not a puzzle mug, that is a mug with many holes on its side. Ohr was famous for this type of mug which required the drinker to find the one hole through which he could imbibe without spilling the liquid down the chin. Ohr is one of the only positive exports of Biloxi, a rather depressing place that I still do not believe played a role in the invention of Barq’s rootbeer.
Yours,
TulaneLSU
What a boon to the spirits to read your thoughts this morning. I blush at your praise, but insist that, at my best, I would only be worthy of the lesser Saltwater Sportsman or Marlin Magazine.
The word around the OT is that our reformed alcoholic friend is now posting as tigergirl10. I cannot confirm the veracity of these rumors, and know the OT is home to many similar but decidedly false rumors, including some that pertain to me. Consider the source, they say.
I believe I have met Mr. Ball at an outdoor function. He does not realize it, but I am certain, nearly at least, that he gave me some produce once.
Tapping toes or heels, whichever you would prefer, would be a great honor for any Food Board member. As for pottery I was unaware of the Shearwater works until your post and I will be keen to visit and perhaps purchase some. As you probably remember Mother usually drinks her chocolate from a mug made by George Ohr. Its lip is formed like a belt and its handle like a vine. It is quite an interesting piece, but far too nice for me to use. It is not a puzzle mug, that is a mug with many holes on its side. Ohr was famous for this type of mug which required the drinker to find the one hole through which he could imbibe without spilling the liquid down the chin. Ohr is one of the only positive exports of Biloxi, a rather depressing place that I still do not believe played a role in the invention of Barq’s rootbeer.
Yours,
TulaneLSU
This post was edited on 2/12/21 at 11:11 am
Posted on 2/12/21 at 11:12 am to TulaneLSU
quote:
TulaneLSU
Posted on 2/12/21 at 12:32 pm to TulaneLSU
Friend,
Many here look at Facebook with disgust. However, Shearwater maintains an excellent page that is updated with each firing of their pottery.
If you do Facebook, here is their page with their latest post.
Facebook page for Shearwater
Here is their web page, with an excellent history provided.
Shearwater web page
George Ohr was a real character. His work is very difficult to find. We have many pieces from Shearwater, but none from Ohr.
Many here look at Facebook with disgust. However, Shearwater maintains an excellent page that is updated with each firing of their pottery.
If you do Facebook, here is their page with their latest post.
Facebook page for Shearwater
Here is their web page, with an excellent history provided.
Shearwater web page
George Ohr was a real character. His work is very difficult to find. We have many pieces from Shearwater, but none from Ohr.
Posted on 2/12/21 at 1:46 pm to PeteRose
quote:
TulaneLSU is the only poster I’m curious to see how he is in real life.
Posted on 2/12/21 at 6:40 pm to TulaneLSU
Downvoted
Everybody hates you
Everybody hates you
Posted on 2/12/21 at 7:00 pm to p&g
quote:
Downvoted
Everybody hates you
Not true at all. I think the guy is fascinating.
Posted on 2/12/21 at 11:17 pm to TulaneLSU
I want to kill myself after skimming through this.
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