It’s called “The Party’s Over.”
I’ve been watching episodes from the first few seasons of Mad Men recently, and it strikes me how much they resemble the short fiction that used to appear in the New Yorker, around the time Mad Men takes place. Cheever. John O’Hara. Stories that capture the small but infinitely significant moment.
But that was in another country. Whatever happened to short fiction? Whatever happened to the magazines that published it?
Tujague’s is legendary. Founded in 1856, it’s been around for 159 years now, making it the second oldest restaurant in New Orleans. It must be doing something right.
But I was a little disappointed, and it was at least partially my fault.
The restaurant is just steps from Jackson Square.
Boiled shrimp served over lettuce with traditional red remoulade sauce. Loved the shrimp w/remoulade sauce, but the salad was nondescript.
“A Taste of New Orleans”
A sampler of Crawfish Étouffée, Shrimp Creole with Grits Cake, and Red Beans and Rice. And this is where I think I went wrong. Instead of ordering something like Tujague’s signature Boiled Brisket of Beef, I opted for the “Taste of…” combo, which was a touristy thing to do.
It wasn’t a bad meal, but neither was it memorable. And considering the curve on which I’m grading New Orleans food, it fell short.
The War on Drugs, an indie group out of Philadelphia, is my favourite band this week. Here are two reasons why.
“Red Eyes” is from the band’s 2014 album, Lost In the Dream.
“Brothers” is from Slave Ambient, which came out in 2012.
PS As I was preparing to post this, I discovered that both SPIN magazine and Amazon called Lost In the Dream the Best Album of 2014. I had no idea!