Over Spring Break, while the girlies and friends spent the weekend in Texas, I snuck off to New Orleans with six friends from high school.
And this is where I throw in a million zillion thanks to my fabulous brother who came through with last minute tickets on Southwest Airlines. Love a road trip but sometimes getting on a plane is just the best.
While in New Orleans we ate. And ate. And ate.
I came home 10 pounds heavier.
The whole gang on Saturday night.
A little blurry. Kinda how the night went.
Allison, Ann, Kathleen, M. Anne, Peggy, Me, and Liddy.
But No. 21:Go to Brunch can now be officially crossed off the list.
Sure, technically I do brunch frequently. But I don't consider just going to a late breakfast/early lunch at the same place that I always go to as worthy of being considered "Brunch" with a capital B.
And while in New Orleans we had lunch with a Capital B at the Commander's Palace.
Just love an establishment that is willing to make a statement.
That turquoise says "Here I am !!"
Commander's Palace has been a restaurant in the Garden District in NOLA since 1880!! During the 1920s it expanded it's menu to include ..um.... "entertainment" upstairs for the traveling riverboat captains and gentlemen of the day. That era didn't last long and while the management has changed, the reputation for fabulous food has endured.
And our Sunday brunch was fabulous.
The festive upstairs dining room where we sat.
No ladies of the night, just cute waiters.
From the spicy Bloody Mary's to the exquisite Southern Style pecan pie... It was worth every calorie.
Good food AND good music plus GREAT friends.
Just doesn't get any better.
We returned home fat and happy with plans to get away again in the fall.
No. 21 is done.