FOOD - Love in the time of Collard Greens

I started this blog to get things off my chest, and right now I am teeming with things to say. From the Tea Party activists to currency instability to outbreaks of cholera (Incidentally, it's hard for me to take anything that used to be an obstacle on "Oregon Trail" seriously) there is no shortage of topics to rant about to my three (Thanks, Riley) followers. However, right as I started dusting off the old soapbox and getting ready to enlighten, I got blindsided by another delicious meal in New Orleans.

I really just need to pick a topic and stick with it rather than getting distracted every time I eat something amazing at a new restaurant. But I love food, especially southern cooking. Grits, gumbo, and gravy; cornbread, collards, and king cake; pulled pork, peaches, and pecan pie; barbecue, brisket, brunswick stew, and buttermilk biscuits; mmm... biscuits. It's all delicious, really.

The restaurant responsible for my excitement this time is Riccobono's Peppermill Restaurant in Metairie, LA (just a short ways away from New Orleans). The dish? The fish. Redfish, to be specific. And frankly, I was a little surprised to see this selection on the menu. I don't usually see redfish on restaurant menus very often. Of the times I've had it, it's usually been fresh caught by me or someone I know that recently went fishing. Nevertheless, it is one of my personal favorites: not too fishy, not too bland, a great choice for this dish.

Redfish served up with a lemon butter sauce, artichokes and capers with a side of brabant potatoes. 

Here's the thing... I was starving; I hadn't had breakfast or lunch that day, but that wasn't why I loved it so much. I got to the restaurant around 4:30, making me the youngest one dining by about 50 years. I was looking for a late lunch, but evidently all the old-timers had shown up for the early bird dinner special and their menu had changed. 

Let me say this: old people gross me out really badly; I should have lost my appetite, but I didn't.

The point is, even with all those octogenarians present, the food was so good that it gave me an erection. Sick, right? Yeah I know! I didn't think that whole 'way to a man's heart...' thing was so accurate (or twistedly perverse, however you want to look at it). But it totally did! And in a restaurant full of geezers to boot! 

I may have to delete this blog later.... I think a line just got crossed. Maybe next time I'll just stick to how much I hate Nickelback.