Tuesday 6 January
Tonight was Epiphany, which in New
Orleans is the beginning of Carnival; one holiday has to lead
directly into another. So we waited to walk
out until the Phunny Phorty Phellows had careened past in their streetcar. Fun inside, no doubt, but not much to see at
that speed.
Brigtson's happens to be just
across the street from yesterday's spot, Dante's Kitchen, so we are getting used to this part of
town. Both are in repurposed small
houses, but while Dante's Kitchen is dark, woodsy, and hipstery, Brigtson's is
bright, tableclothed, and family-run.
We started with veal sweetbreads
and crimini mushrooms on a potato leek cake, swimming in lemon/roasted garlic
butter with capers; and shrimp in a sea of BBQ sauce (New Orleans style, of course), around delicious calas (a Creole rice fritter).
One main course was a house specialty: garlic-laced slices
of cochon de lait smothered in rich
pan gravy, with cracklins (so that's what they're supposed to taste like!),
cornbread dressing, and a shell of rather ho-hum broccoli gratin.
We also ordered the famous
Brigtson's seafood platter (the "Shell Beach Diet"): grilled drumfish
with shrimp and jalapeno lime butter; a ramekin of shrimp cornbread with jalapeño
smoked corn butter; baked oyster LeRuth with shrimp and crabmeat, and baked
oyster Rockefeller (both containing a couple of tiny oysters, so there would be
no ugly fights); shrimp and napa cabbage cole slaw with roasted jalapeño
dressing; and sea scallop with asiago cheese grits and fire-roasted vegetable
salsa. All were interesting both
conceptually and on the palate, though some worked better than others.
A bottle of the very varietal New
Zealand Sauvignon Blanc, "The Supernatural," worked perfectly with it
all.
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