
Our gorge-fest started mid-day Friday at
Liuzza's by the track - the "track" being the horse racing track at the New Orleans Fair Grounds.

Liuzza's serves the best barbecued shrimp po-boy in the city. Throw in a Barq's root beer and you've got a classic New Orleans hole-in-the-wall lunch experience.

Next was
Commander's Palace for dinner.

It was my first visit to this classic Uptown haunt for dinner.
I started with the restaurant's signature dish - turtle soup - which totally lived up to its legendary reputation. For an entree, I had the pecan-encrusted drum fish soaked in what had to be an entire stick of butter and topped with sweet lump crab meat and hollandaise sauce. I could feel my ass expanding with every bite.
Dessert was an amazing
bread pudding soufflé.
We ended the trip with lunch at
Galatoire's in the French Quarter, the 103-year-old grand dame of the city's oldest and most revered restaurants. We didn't see any celebrities or Washington politicians, but there were plenty of French Quarter and Uptown bluebloods in the room.

I had
a shrimp rémoulade followed by redfish topped
with a crabmeat and shrimp meunière.

This was a flaming spicy brandied coffee that was prepared at the table.

I had to borrow a button-up shirt from Andy and a jacket from the restaurant's spare closet to meet Galatoire's strict Sunday
dress code.
Some of us also managed to squeeze in a stop at
Coop's Place on Decatur Street in the lower French Quarter where I had
jambalaya supreme, a rabbit-sausage-shrimp-crawfish-and-tasso version of this Cajun classic that beats all others in the city.
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