Bar Food
Wednesday, May 14th, 2008 
Recent visits to Maximo’s Italian Grill for last week’s review got me thinking about the trend of open kitchen’s and “food bars.”
It’s an entertaining concept, and there are now plenty of upscale restaurants where you can watch cooks prepare your meal. Emeril’s has its food bar, for instance, and I’ve long regarded the handful of bar stools facing the tiny kitchen at One Restaurant in the Riverbend as some of the best seats in town because they allow such a detailed view into the preparation of your meal. Even the updated, post-Katrina reincarnation of Ye Olde College Inn, that once crotchety old dining den, has two seats facing the kitchen, for those interested enough to watch orders of onion rings and sheets of paneed veal come together. (more…)
Did you know that a Southern Sea Otter eats five meals a day? Well, one who resides at Audubon Aquarium does, anyway. That can add up to more than 20 pounds of seafood a day, according to the Audubon Institute’s
The Carrollton area restaurant
The new “Ralph Brennan’s New Orleans Seafood Cookbook,”
NOLA Grocery, the Warehouse District sandwich shop I
The same day Billy Joel performs at Jazz Fest, his wife Katie Lee Joel will be holding a book signing for her new cookbook “The Comfort Table.” The event and potential celebrity sighting takes place at the 
I’ll admit a certain level of fascination with the variation on the buffet concept at work at Carnaval Bar & Grill, a Brazilian restaurant I 
There is some serious cooking going on in the kitchen at the
Let us all take a moment, shall we, to reflect on the utter badassery, the sheer Rambo-in-Crocs machismo, of one Paul “Bulletproof” Prudhomme. Revered by Louisiana’s foodies and feared by its redfish, the iconic cook seems to have further fattened his legend with Tuesday morning’s near-death (or, at the very least, near-Meuniere-breaking) experience at the Zurich Golf Classic.
A new weekly farmer’s market is coming to Mid-City, taking over the same space and being held on essentially the same schedule as a market operated here before Katrina.
Like any tavern, the drinks are at least half the point at Yuki, the new Frenchmen Street hole-in-the-wall I
Dinner last night at
I think people who grew up eating muffulettas tend to think of them as, well, muffulettas – a sandwich unto itself, a given in the local catalogue of good food. Others who discover the sandwich later in life after forming all kinds of food associations – like myself – sometimes tend to define the muffuletta by what it resembles. I remember one early attempt going something like this: “It’s like an Italian grinder on better bread. And, um, with lots of olives and olive oil. And, ah, yeah, no lettuce or tomato.”