Ralph Melton (ralphmelton) wrote,
Ralph Melton
ralphmelton

New Orleans Roadfood Festival, March 27

My thread on the Roadfood forums got praised in the Roadfood weekly newsletter, so I am really trying hard to finish this report in a timely manner.



~/ Camellia Grill /~

Lori had been much taken by the description of the Camellia Grill, and still wanted to go. But we woke later than we'd planned on Saturday morning, so we weren't sure we could go to the Camellia Grill and be back in time for the World's Longest Oyster Po-boy. After a bit of dithering, we decided that the Camellia Grill held more attraction for Lori than the oyster po-boy, so we went out to the Camellia Grill at the risk of missing the po-boy.

One New Orleans touch on the street car ride: we saw several trees bedecked with Mardi Gras beads.

The Camellia Grill is an unusual architectural combination: inside, it's pure diner, but outside, it has stately columns:
CIMG1850
IMG_0575

Lori is a pancake aficionado, so there was little doubt that she would order the pancakes. She declared these pancakes to be among the best pancakes she had ever tasted, and I see no reason to disagree; these were light, fluffy, buttery and opulent, made more buttery and opulent by pitchers of melted butter at each seat.
IMG_0576

I ordered the small gumbo to conserve appetite--I'm sure that anyone who can spot a running joke can see where this is going:
IMG_0577
The gumbo was rich and hearty, with nuggets of gentle andouille heat.

For dessert, we had the grilled pecan pie. This Camellia Grill specialty is one of those excellent recipes born out of necessity; the pecan pie is grilled because the Camellia Grill has no microwave or oven, so the only way to heat the pie up is the grill. (I suppose this is not completely true, but the grill is probably a better way to heat the pie than the gumbo pot.) The results are very nice; the pie had a crust on all sides like the top of a normal pie, and it carried tastes of the rich buttery flavors from the grill.

~/ Festival /~

At last, we made it back to Royal Street for the Roadfood Festival. Our plan was cautious: first we would walk down and see all the vendors, then come back and eat what was most delectable. I knew that we wouldn't stick to this plan, but I had hopes that aspiring to this plan would help us avoid becoming gorged a bit longer.

We passed by the Que Crawl Truck according to plan, but then Turtle Alley sucked us in for an extended stop. We loved chatting with Hallie Baker of Turtle Alley, because she was so enthusiastic and friendly. We also loved her chocolates. Lori was first delighted by the lavender caramel lollipop. We got turtles for later, but only a fraction survived long enough to fly back with us. I particularly enjoyed the dried cherry and apricot turtles, but all the turtles were excellent. The nuts in the turtles were conspicuously nice--with each turtle I ate, I found myself noticing the rich roasted flavor of the nuts. (Others praised the chocolate and caramel lollipop flavored with cayenne, but she was sold out by the time I went to try.)

We hadn't managed to connect with any Roadfooders through forum plans, but by chance leslielaws and I recognized each other as Roadfooders and introduced ourselves. Leslie and her friends (whose names I forget, unfortunately) agreed to a proposition I made: to let us sample more things, we should band together to sample things together.

The five of us sampled the crawfish pie from Lasyone's. This was very tasty and savory, one of the items I would have liked to eat more of.
IMG_0583

Next on the block was Antoine's Annex, serving the Oysters Foch po-boy. I learned that "Foch" is pronounced "foesh". This was not so good, unfortunately. I didn't taste the oysters strongly, but the sauce was like a greasy gravy.
IMG_0581

Ms. Linda's Catering served ya-ka-mein, which I had never heard of before this festival. This was a Chinese-American dish with soft noodles, beef, and hard-boiled eggs in a spicy beef broth. It was very tasty, and I would seek it out again.
IMG_0585

Plum Street Sno-balls
Lori homed in on the tent for Plum Street Sno-balls, because she had been very attracted to the recommendation from Roadfood poster X1. She ordered a nectar sno-ball with condensed milk, which was a lovely cool treat for the warm spring day.
IMG_0588

While she did that, I stood in the line for Louie Mueller's Barbecue. it was a long line, but there was a silver lining: the line was downwind of the smoker, so we got to bask in the scent of smoke as we waited. I ordered both brisket and a German hot sausage. The sausage was excellent, but a little too spicy for my taste, but the brisket was simply divine, rich and smoky and tender and juicy.
I apologize for a photo of half-eaten barbecue, but it would take a stronger man than me to refrain from eating long enough to take a picture.
IMG_0587

Leslie's cohort drifted apart from us about this time, and we joined up with Tony Badalamenti, Bruce Bilmes, Sue Boyle, Pete Bilmes, Amy Ayers, and Chris Briesch near the end of the line of vendors. (Those keeping track will note that we ate at five different vendors in the course of our "survey the vendors, but don't eat" initial pass. This is about the level of restraint that I expected us to muster.)

The last vendor in line was a pleasant surprise: Rouse's was serving mini-muffalettas that weren't mentioned on the flyer listing the foods to be had on the festival. I had wanted to try a muffaletta in New Orleans, but the muffaletta made by Central Grocery is a sandwich approximately the size of a hubcap, and we didn't have room in our dining schedule for such a large sandwich. The mini-muffaletta may not have been the authentic Central Grocery experience (I heard some comments about the bread not having the perfect texture) but it fit our plans much better.
The young woman hawking the muffalettas was very enthusiastic in her presentation. When she discovered that we were muffaletta "virgins", she eagerly instructed us In the proper method of muffaletta-eating: first press down on the sandwich so that the oils from the olive salad get forced into the bread, then savor the sandwich. I enjoyed the muffaletta, and I know that Lori ate more than one.
IMG_0589

Tony Bad shared his crawfish enchiladas with cumin mornay sauce from Blue Dog Cafe, which were tasty, but were overshadowed by the many other delicacies to be had.
IMG_0590

But when I declared an intention to get some of their crab and corn bisque, one of the Roadfooders said that I should say that George had said to add a scoop of grits. With this shibboleth, I obtained a cup of silky bisque with robust coarse grits in excellent combination.
IMG_0591

At least one of the Roadfooders (Bruce, I think) had spoken in glowing terms of the seafood chowder from Maine Diner. I wasn't wowed by the cup that I got, though; most of what I tasted was the hearty base, instead of a great variety of seafood. But it's very possible that I didn't know what to seek in the flavor.

The shrimp Uggie from Uglesich's was lost on me as well; I tasted only shrimp and butter.
IMG_0592

As we walked back to the hotel to freshen up before the crawfish boil, Lori stopped at Cafe Reconcile for strawberry shortcake. I found it good, but not outstanding.
IMG_0594

I was ready for the crawfish boil before Lori was, and went back on my own to get one more thing. I got the shrimp and ham stuffed bell pepper with corn maque choux from Deli at the Cellars. This was fantastic, one of my favorite foods at the festival. The filling of the stuffed pepper had a warm rich glow and a texture as soft as refried beans, and the buttery tender maque choux provided a lovely counterbalance. (We noted that with the cheese on top, this dish is less kosher than a bacon cheeseburger.)
IMG_0595

I should also mention the entertainers among the food booths, because they definitely contributed to the festival atmosphere.
I remember a very good magician, who did tricks I couldn't unriddle at all; a couple of good bands (though we paid more attention on Sunday); and a few living statues. The living statues included a woman behind a picture frame, a man in Uncle Sam garb who held very dynamic poses for impressively long periods, and this man in a Mardi Gras Indian costume:
CIMG1852

~/ Crawfish Boil /~

We boarded the bus for the crawfish boil at the Sheraton. As we waited for the bus to leave, we noticed young women in large Southern-belle dresses entering the hotel. I assume that these were debutantes gathered for a ball, but for all I actually know, they could have been intrepid hula-hoop smugglers.
IMG_0598

Crawfish boil: crawfish, jambalaya, Cochon au lait pork
The first thing we were offered at the crawfish boil was a drink called "swamp water", with vodka, orange juice, and something green and unidentified. It tasted like a screwdriver.
"swamp water":
IMG_0600

The pig was roasting on a spit:
IMG_0601

Is this a running joke I see before me? I asked for a few crawfish:
CIMG1862
I got much better at crawfish extraction, but I was trying hard to conserve my appetite, and I didn't feel I could eat them all. I considered returning the unshelled crawfish to the serving boat from which they came--after all, they were still in the original packaging. My concern for possible hygiene issues outweighed my guilt about wasting food, though, so I did not.

There was also jambalaya, and though I had meant to pay attention to it as possibly the only jambalaya I would eat on the trip, I have no memory of it at all.

The folks carving up the roasted pig were clearly very practiced at their task, but I didn't manage to get any decent photos. This is a photo of the meat on my plate. I think the meat itself was mild, but the seasoning was very strong, with lots of salt and cayenne.
IMG_0605

I also neglected to take photos of the Q&A with Jane and Michael Stern, but that was very interesting to me. Unfortunately, I don't think it is interesting to everyone--I guess some folks were just coming to the party for the food and beer.

The entertainment also included a zydeco band that was a lot of fun. They also had extra instruments, which added to the fun. I have some blurry photos of me playing the washboard, but I think we'd all prefer this shot of the cutest washboard player around:
IMG_0609

Last year's crawfish boil had several alligators, I hear, but this one had only one that I knew of:
CIMG1865

One last photo of the day, of a sign we noticed in the French Quarter after the crawfish boil. I am not sure what the sign maker meant by it, but it is definitely a Roadfood sign:
CIMG1846
Subscribe
  • Post a new comment

    Error

    default userpic

    Your IP address will be recorded 

  • 2 comments