September 24, 2013 § 2 Comments
All trips to, from, or through Gulfport, Mississippi require a stop at The Shed. The saying “one man’s junk is another man’s treasure” comes alive under this funky tin roof establishment. The treasure, kids, is the ‘cue. The meat is slow roasted to pure perfection and the sweet sauce has five year olds to eighty-five year olds licking their fingers.
Like any treasure trove, there’s always one attraction that marvels. The ribs. I tend to veer away from dishes still on the bone…something about ripping the meat off the bone that’s just a little too caveman for me. But–that’s a big BUT–these ribs fall into the exception. The meat slides clean off the bone. Shedhead tip: You’re gonna need a fork or not be afraid of a little mess. This last trip I nearly ordered them, but in light of my buddy’s desire to eat healthier I decided pouring salt in the wound was cruel. Next time I won’t be so nice.
A BBQ classic in my book, the pull pork sandwich was the dish du jour. It was sweet divinity. The next time you drive past a junk yard and wonder what’s cooking, just know it’s BBQ and it’s called The Shed.
September 19, 2013 § Leave a comment
I’ve been pretty radio silent when it comes to New Orleans eats, lately. That’s not to say I haven’t made my rounds. I’m on a regular circuit of local eateries that deserve a mention. I fail miserably in one aspect though. The documentation. The plate arrives, and oops. I will work on it. Next time.
This time, a friend and I tried out happy hour at Apolline. Just down from Le Bon Temps on Magazine, Apolline is warm and inviting. The happy hour small plates offer a nice variety and the prices, frankly, can’t get any better.
What’ll ya have? The watermelon salad which was so fresh and the perfect toast to the end of the summer season. The pomme frites are easy to share and hell, it’s french fries. I love them. And, the seared diver scallop was perfectly seared, but the real highlight was the corn maque choux. Yum. Can I get a large plate next time?
I am giddy for the weather to cool down, because the outdoor seating is calling my name. The seating along the side of the restaurant provides some solace from the busy Magazine thoroughfare. But if people watching is your thing, brunch outside on the porch or the bricked off patio in front isn’t shabby either. The butcher block bar in the back of the restaurant is my new favorite (uptown) place to be. Sippin’ on the sauce never felt so good.
September 14, 2013 § 1 Comment
Oh! I don’t know where to begin with this French Quarter jewel. Those that know will tell you the French Quarter has so many secret gems and stumbling upon a new one isn’t hard. When my sister was in town we strolled down Royal Street and were so taken by this lace and fur coat we had no choice but to explore the rest of the boutique. If you desire a trip back in time and fancy a colorful wardrobe to match, Oh! Fine Lingerie is a must.
Racks of sequins and silk dresses line the walls. Each dress certain to make heads turn and ask, “where did you get that?” From a 1950s ball gown nestled next to a 1970s sparkling achievement that would make Cher jealous to the not to be missed corner snuggling delicate lingerie and dainty bedroom robes.
Oh! was such a treat to visit. Marina was so friendly and encouraged us to be girls and play dress up. For a moment, we were young girls again playing in our grandmother’s closet. Our grandmother kept all of our aunt’s prom dresses, and every visit meant another opportunity to slip on a dress and frost ourselves in jewels and pretend we were English royalty. Included in our game of pretend was a royal parade around the neighborhood waiving to the commonwealth. No one but us showed up for the parade, but we didn’t care. It was about the dresses anyways.
The next time you find yourself sauntering through the French Quarter make it a point to pop into this delightful shop. Oh! is your grandmother’s treasure trove collection of vintage couture dresses each telling the story of her life. She dressed for the occasion, and every day was an occasion.