Day 3 in NOLA

I'm going to have to keep current if I want to remember all of my meals. Either that or keep eating brunches as extravagant as the one at Mr. B's to keep my numbers down.

But day 3 was memorable.

Thanks to a timely post by an Australian visitor to the lovely guesthouse I'm staying at, I was made aware of a diner just a hop and a skip away. This prevents me from having to trek all the way down to the quarter or up to Carrollton or Betsy's or someplace for coffee (either that or just pick some up to brew my damned self already). I wound up staying for sausage and grits. Just what I needed and just around the corner suits me just fine. Two Sisters is a nice little soul food joint, and I may well return for a meal other than breakfast (I may also return for breakfast - there's something to be said for proximity after all).

So breakfast was just what the doctor ordered.

For lunch, I hit up Cochon. I ordered the oyster and bacon sandwich (how can you not order pork at a restaurant named after a pig?), and it was decent, but ridiculously skimpy on the bacon. I'd go back, though, because the other dishes I saw come out of the kitchen looked amazing, and because of information that will be revealed at a later date, but overall, it was just ok. Nothing special. Don't let that stop you, though.

For dinner, I decided to keep going with my oyster theme. And am I ever glad I did. I almost skipped Acme Oyster House,* and quite frankly that would have been stupid. Of course, you can't know that in advance, but I'm telling you now. Don't make the mistake I almost made. Sit at the bar. Order a platter of raw oysters and a platter of chargrilled. Wash 'em down with an Abita. You won't regret it. (Though you may regret not taking pictures.) (Or you may, perhaps, not regret not taking pictures, as that might require you to return and sit at the bar and watch those oyster shuckers shuck them oysters.)

The highlight of my culinary journey thus far.

* Thing is, it's a huge tourist draw. Now, that isn't necessarily a 100% guarantee of bad food. What it is, though, is a 100% guarantee of huge crowds. There's always a lineup. Always. Even at 20 degrees f. But on the night I stopped by, I thought I to ask the doorgirl if there was a wait for the counter. There was, of about two minutes. And the thing is, you want to sit at the counter. So do go, but go alone, and sit at the counter.