Sunday 11 January
We and almost everyone we know
booked the only non-stop flight from New Orleans to Cincinnati to get home from
our conference, but stupid Delta airlines stupidly cancelled the entire flight,
which is why we had to fly via Atlanta and not arrive home until around midnight. Still, we had time to eat lunch in New
Orleans, which is always good. We walked
over to Coop's Place, a famous dive, and waited on line for their rabbit and
sausage jambalaya, plus a brimming crawfish platter with fries, cole slaw, cocktail
sauce and tartar sauce.
Luckily we had compatriots on our
flight, especially Eleni, who came with us to share a relaxed meal (during
almost three hours of layover) at One Flew South, reputed to be the best
airport restaurant around.
We shared a bottle of white wine,
and ordered smaller plates: a pulled duck (duck confit) burger, with fig and
toasted peanut relish, scallions, and a side of slaw; and "Kamikaze rolls"
(is that racist?), with tuna, salmon, hamachi, white seaweed, with spicy
mayonnaise and eel sauce.
A nice oasis in an airport we
remember for being snowed into on our way back from the San Antonio meetings,
four years ago; and One Flew South is far better than the Nathan's hot dog we
had then.
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