Last Halloween found me attending a government conference in New Orleans. It was one of those all too rare conferences that is actually interesting and informative and filled with fascinating folks from around the world, punctuated with lunch breaks for spicy gumbo and olive-spiked muffalettas at Napoleon House and bittersweet coffee and beignets at Cafe du Monde. But the only thing many of us could think about on that Friday morning was the fact that there were several seats set aside for a lucky few of us at Galatoire’s. Friday lunch at Galatoire’s is a New Orleans institution. No reservations are taken and the legendary lines form early in the day. Hats and heels are worn. And lunch frequently liquidly flows into dinner. As soon as our morning session was over, we ran down Bourbon Street and were lucky enough to snag the last remaining seats. Sazeracs were poured, plates of puffy souffled potatoes with bearnaise sauce and Trout Meuniere Amandine, doused in brown butter and coated in almonds arrived. The festive atmosphere of Fridays at Galatoire’s has been likend to a genteel riot. Because we did have workshops in the afternoon we had to leave the party early, but the ebullience of the meal followed us through the streets as we passed a wedding parade (the bride wore red) and a group of zombies re-enacting Michael Jackson’s Thriller video.
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