I’ve arrived via street car to Canal Street and on across Canal Street to Bourbon Street and Galatoire’s just a block and a few steps on the lakeside of Bourbon Street. In the past, I’ve spent quite a lot of time at this historic restaurant and it’s certainly quite a treat now after that horrible China Virus.
The weather today is fantastic and the people have returned to the French Quarter.
It being a Friday, I can’t be sure whether some of the diners have been here since lunch or whether they arrived early like me, but some are quite boisterous!
And the beat goes on…
I must say that some of the ladies here are quite attractive. Yes, it’s a wonderful world.
I ask the friendly waiter for suggestions that I’ve known previously and he quickly supplies it with a few recommendations. That’s been a real trademark of this restaurant, helpful, friendly servers who at times tell jokes!
It looks like the wedding/birthday/or whatever patrons are convening with white flowers at one table for 12 and another for 16. I predict that Galatoire’s will rock tonight.
There are two other large tables with one of them appearing to have spend the afternoon into early evening here at the heart of the French Quarter, guys and girls seeming to have the time of their lives.
And the beat goes on… the screaming, too! Celebrations galore. Blondes, Brunettes, and all in-between. I must say that I have always been a girl watcher. To be honest, except for maybe some Hollywood stars, I can’t discern good-looking men. But women, I’ve had many years of observations.
My oyster Rockefeller arrives, my mother’s favorite appetizer and mine too. It’s delicious as usual.
I ordered a crab cake on the advice of the gregarious waiter, a new dish he explained.
More and more guests and the women seem to be WOW!
My crab cake is so very fresh and tasty. Of course, that’s no surprise at all!
Memories, memories, memories echo here…
For instance, I remember when Daddy and much of the family gathered in this restaurant. Yet Daddy’s lady friend (whom I liked) and her compatriot, did not join us. Daddy remarked, “Well, that saved me $100.” Memories…
