Wednesday, April 15, 2015

Chicken


The Week magazine does a bit called 'The Bottom Line'. I took this tidbit from that section of the March 27th magazine:
America's insatiable appetite for chicken has led industrial farms to breed even-bigger fowl. In 1978, the typical full-grown broiler chicken weighed 4 pounds - today, the average bird weighs just over 9 pounds. 
I went to see the full article, which is here. I took this quote which can be applied to all our food.

The bulk of the U.S. population still doesn't care where their food comes from, as long as its cheap.
Scary stuff, what we are doing to our food. Though I will confess, clearly I have been brainwashed because the 1957 animal doesn't look like a chicken to me. In my mind, a chicken is the bird with the huge chest/breast.

And I do know that we must feed our population, so there is wisdom in what our scientists are doing. I am not clever enough to know the answer, but it does seem like we might tinker too much.

I remember having a discussion with a religious friend and he said that God has made every choice we can make because S/he made us and the universe. God has given us free will, but yet any answer we come up with is within God's design. So, God gave us a brain to use and make these advances. My friend wasn't talking about chicken, of course, just everything. But my friend also told us God told us not to eat pork with the reason being potentially two fold. One, S/he told us not to eat pork and will we obey? or Two, we haven't yet learned something about pigs which will make us seriously regret eating them. My friend wasn't suggesting disease, but more like something addressed in one of the Star Trek movies. I never saw it, but didn't an alien race come to Earth for the whales?


(I took this image from this blog. I don't know if he had the right to the image, but I trust by giving him credit I am covered.)

How did I get there in the discussion of chicken?

But, further on the discussion of chicken: I read once that the only way American farmers make money on chicken is by selling the feet to China. That chicken farmers lose money on the breasts, but make it up on the feet. The factitious conclusion was drawn that scientists should figure out a way to breed chickens with 6 feet.

Happy Tax Day!

Tuesday, April 14, 2015

3 baths in one week!

Herb is still in Dampierre-sur-Moivre.

Interesting that Herb should mention the subway, as he was working on a bond offering for it before he left for the War.

No huge headline on the front page of the New York Times on this Sunday as Herb sat down to put pen to paper.

Though, while futzing around I found this article from the Brooklyn Daily Eagle on 21 August 1918 about perhaps an associate of Herb's - they were in Allentown together, so it is possible. Seems that Lieutenant Dougherty was awarded the Croix de Guerre.




August 18, 1918
Dear Mother,
Another week has slid by – very quietly this time. Now and again we hear a rumbling from up the line but nothing occurs to destroy the serenity of this village. I have profited by the occasion to get three baths in one week – a regular record.

I shall try to get through to you some time before an order for some things for the winter – some socks, a new sweater (mine is pretty well gone) and a couple of abdominal bands. I’ve never worn those last but I notice most of the French soldiers wear them all the time and I think they would be very practical for the winter.

I don’t think I told you that I had a letter from Mr. Friedman this week. He wanted to know why he hadn’t heard from me. I’d like to know that myself because I’ve been writing him right along.

The war news continues favorable to us, doesn’t it. Provided we only get a decent break in the luck, one may almost hope that we’ve turned the corner.

Little happens from day to day. Since the Division is on rest there are no wounded men. That leaves little but routine camp work, cleaning up and the like. We’ll very likely have all told about two weeks of this and then we’ll be going back into the lines at some other point. Just now the favorite in door sport is guessing what point it will be.

The worst part of it all is the monotony of the small villages and the country as a whole to any one used to living in the city. One misses the crowds and the street cars and the bustle. I almost find myself missing the Subway, though Lord knows there is never much fun in riding on it.

With best love,

Herb

Monday, April 13, 2015

Mom's birthday

Section 580 moves on the 13th from Suippes to Dampierre-sur-Moivre.



The History Channel tells us that on the 13th,

five days after an Allied attack at Amiens, France, leads German commander Erich Ludendorff to declare “the black day of the German army,” Kaiser Wilhelm II of Germany summons his principal political and military leaders to a crown council at Spa, a resort town in Belgium, to assess the status of the German war effort during World War I.

On August 11, after the Allied victory at Amiens kicked off a new Allied offensive on the Western Front, Ludendorff and Paul von Hindenburg, chief of the German army’s general staff, told the new naval chief, Admiral Reinhardt Scheer, that Germany’s only hope to win the war was through submarine warfare. “There is no more hope for the offensive,” the downtrodden Ludendorff told a staff member on August 12. “The generals have lost their foothold.”

At the crown council assembled on August 13-14 by the kaiser at Spa, where the German High Command had its headquarters, Ludendorff recommended that Germany initiate immediate peace negotiations. Ludendorff failed, however, to present the true extent of the military’s disadvantage on the battlefield; instead, he blamed revolt and anti-war sentiment on the home front for the military’s inability to continue the war effort indefinitely. Meanwhile, the chief military adviser to Austrian Emperor Karl I informed Wilhelm that Austria-Hungary could only continue its participation in the war until that December. Though the kaiser thought it advisable to seek an intermediary to begin peace negotiations, his newly appointed foreign minister, Paul von Hintze, refused to take such an approach until another German victory on the battlefield had been achieved. Hintze, working on suppressing discontent and rebellion within the German government, told party leaders the following week that “there was no reason to doubt ultimate victory. We shall be vanquished only when we doubt that we shall win.”

Meanwhile, on the battlefront in Flanders, Crown Prince Rupprecht of Bavaria, one of the German army’s most senior commanders, wrote of his own doubt to Prince Max of Baden (the kaiser’s second cousin, who would become chancellor of Germany the following October): “Our military situation has deteriorated so rapidly that I no longer believe we can hold out over the winter; it is even possible that a catastrophe will come earlier….The Americans are multiplying in a way we never dreamed of….At the present time there are already thirty-one American divisions in France.” The Allied commanders, for their part, pushed their troops forward on the Western Front and made aggressive preparations for future offensives in 1919, unaware that victory would come before the year was out.

Here is the front page from the New York Times as Herb is writing home:


I tried to swipe a picture of the church Herb mentions from a french web site. I'm afraid it is awfully small.


Mother, is, of course, Nellie Jane Kirkpatrick Lee.
August 11th (1918)
Dearest Mother,
This wasn’t a very good week – I didn’t get any mail at all. Outside of that everything is all right. The Sector has been fairly quiet though there have been several small attacks – nothing on a large scale.

This week we’ve had news of two more Allied victories on a large scale. I believe the Crown Prince has given up his idea of eating dinner in Paris. If he doesn’t do better he won’t even be able to eat his Christmas dinner in Berlin except as a prisoner-of-war.

The weather is fair – some rain but not enough to hurt. I’ve been as well as can be – don’t think I ever felt better.

You know it’s very funny that I don’t hear from either Charlie or Mr. Friedman. I’ve been writing them both – not very often, I’ll admit, but fairly regularly and yet I’ve only heard from both of them but once.

I’ve had several strokes of luck that enable me to get hold of a supply of tobacco and cigarettes that ought to last a little while.

August 13

Since I started this letter we have moved back to rest billets in a typical small French village. It has an old, old stone church with a belfry a scattering of stone houses and bars and manure piles and a great deal of decoration in the shape of clothes spread or hung out to dry everywhere. Our barracks are in an old barn but they’re dry and quite clean, so there’s no complaint. At any rate it’s quiet and that’s a whole lot. At night one can catch a faint rumbling from the front lines if the artillery fire is very heavy an of course there’s enough possibility of an air raid to make it necessary to darken all lights at night.

I had a letter from Mr. Friedman yesterday – just a note rather, wondering why he did not hear from me. This was written about the middle of July and he said he had only heard from me once. That’s pretty discouraging, you know. He is expecting an addition to the family and is, of course, quite delighted. They have no children, you know. Mrs. Friedman is delicate, suffers from some sort of chronic anemia and lack of sufficient red corpuscles.

I also had a letter from Karolyn in that mail but none from you, worse luck.

Two days more of news from different parts of the front seems to lead to the cheering conclusion that the German defenses are if anything a bit more easily broken now than were our own in the early Spring. Some of these days they’ll come to with a rush.

By the time you get this your birthday will have come and gone, Mother dear, but I want you to know that I’ll be thinking of you. For the next one I’ll be with you.

With best love,
Your affectionate son,
Herb

Sunday, April 12, 2015

What Katrina Couldn't Take Away

This was a powerful quilt hung at the rest stop just inside Mississippi. We think of New Orleans when we think of Katrina, but of course all around was pretty well devastated.


I wish the photograph were better so we could see more clearly what the kids indicated. This quilt makes me think of the quilt I saw at the NY State Military Museum.


Saturday, April 11, 2015

Germans Retreat....

Here is the front page from the NY Times from the day Herb is writing this letter home:



Pretty funny that he is claiming that things are quiet - one wonders which war he was involved in!

How astute of Herb about sizing up the (perhaps stereo-typic, though there is always a grain of truth in those...) French character!

What trouble is Harry in now? My goodness that boy!

The kids, of course, are Olive and Margaret.

Section 580 of the Ambulance Corps is still in Suippes, France at this time.

Though it is quiet for Herb when he writes this letter home, in 4 days time
the Allies launch a series of offensive operations against German positions on the Western Front during World War I with a punishing attack at Amiens, on the Somme River in northwestern France.

After heavy casualties incurred during their ambitious spring 1918 offensive, the bulk of the German army was exhausted, and its morale was rapidly disintegrating amid a lack of supplies and the spreading influenza epidemic. Some of its commanders believed that the tide was turning irrevocably in favor of Germany’s enemies; as one of them, Crown Prince Rupprecht, wrote on July 20, “We stand at the turning point of the war: what I expected first for the autumn, the necessity to go over to the defensive, is already on us, and in addition all the gains which we made in the spring—such as they were—have been lost again.” Still, Erich Ludendorff, the German commander in chief, refused to accept this reality and rejected the advice of his senior commanders to pull back or begin negotiations.

Meanwhile, the Allies prepared for the war to stretch into 1919, not realizing victory was possible so soon. Thus, at a conference of national army commanders on July 24, Allied generalissimo Ferdinand Foch rejected the idea of a single decisive blow against the Germans, favoring instead a series of limited attacks in quick succession aimed at liberating the vital railway lines around Paris and diverting the attention and resources of the enemy rapidly from one spot to another. According to Foch: “These movements should be exacted with such rapidity as to inflict upon the enemy a succession of blows….These actions must succeed each other at brief intervals, so as to embarrass the enemy in the utilization of his reserves and not allow him sufficient time to fill up his units.” The national commanders—John J. Pershing of the United States, Philippe Petain of France and Sir Douglas Haig of Britain—willingly went along with this strategy, which effectively allowed each army to act as its own entity, striking smaller individual blows to the Germans instead of joining together in one massive coordinated attack.

Haig’s part of the plan called for a limited offensive at Amiens, on the Somme River, aimed at counteracting a German victory there the previous March and capturing the Amiens railway line stretching between Mericourt and Hangest. The British attack, begun on the morning August 8, 1918, was led by the British 4th Army under the command of Sir Henry Rawlinson. The German defensive positions at Amiens were guarded by 20,000 men; they were outnumbered six to one by advancing Allied forces. The British—well assisted by Australian and Canadian divisions—employed some 400 tanks in the attack, along with over 2,000 artillery pieces and 800 aircraft.

By the end of August 8—dubbed “the black day of the German army” by Ludendorff—the Allies had penetrated German lines around the Somme with a gap some 15 miles long. Of the 27, 000 German casualties on August 8, an unprecedented proportion—12,000—had surrendered to the enemy. Though the Allies at Amiens failed to continue their impressive success in the days following August 8, the damage had been done. “We have reached the limits of our capacity,” Kaiser Wilhelm II told Ludendorff on that “black day.” “The war must be ended.” The kaiser agreed, however, that this end could not come until Germany was again making progress on the battlefield, so that there would be at least some bargaining room. Even faced with the momentum of the Allied summer offensive—later known as the Hundred Days Offensive—the front lines of the German army continued to fight on into the final months of the war, despite being plagued by disorder and desertion within its troops and rebellion on the home front.

August 4th (1918)
Dear Mother,
I’ve had a regular flood of mail this week – about ten letters and two packages of Times and Posts. I like those clippings – they keep me up with the news and the Times is the best paper to clip.

I have just written to Renwick Fleming again since he didn’t get my first letter.

Things are still quiet here-abouts – that is there have been no sizeable attacks. Of course there’s been the usual shelling. The weather is pretty rainy and disagreeable.

I went with the truck today to get supplies from an American Commissary Depot some ways back. We got a good stock of cigarettes and I have some tobacco so I’m on Easy Street. The American Red Cross has made arrangements to send us a supply every month because we’re not in touch with the American depots – that comes free of course.

Hasn’t there been rejoicing in the States over the news of the past week or so. The American troops are certainly coming through. Furthermore there are lots of them. The French are perking up and even are beginning to think of the end of it all – something unusual for them. Usually they just plug along without speculating as to when it will be over.

Is that trouble of Harry’s at all serious or will it only need a little treatment. It’s probably a good things it was discovered.

I could guess of course that the kids were getting pretty big but I can’t imagine Olive as almost as big as you. I wish I could see you all.
Your affectionate son,
Herb

Friday, April 10, 2015

Coquette - New Orleans (Bread to die for!) - A Review


We thought Coquette was a real find - though it is well known to New Orleanians.

We had the tasting menu so we had no idea what would come out of the kitchen - but all ingredients are purchased pretty much locally and is in season.

5 COURSE BLIND TASTING $70

OPTIONAL WINE PAIRING $30

The blind tasting reflects what the chef wants to highlight that moment and is customized for guests.

We started with house-made sopressata and jalapeno mustard, which was not too hot, and very good. Then they brought out a smoked catfish spread with cilantro and seeds. I gobbled that right up. Next came fingerling sweet potatoes in a Greek yogurt and curry sauce, then red snapper with sunchokes, a beet sorbet on a small block of ice, then beef tenderloin with kale, roasted potato squares and a parsley sauce. All very nice and very filling. Dessert was amazing, but of course I can't recall what it actually was because too much time has passed and I tossed the receipt like a dope.

The waitress asked my husband what was his favorite and he indicated the red snapper... Now, my husband is not inclined towards fish.... and that was his favorite. The meal was wonderful.

Taken from their web site... seems that the chef is from Maryland.... And worked at August - a restaurant that my husband and I really enjoyed.

OUR STORY

Michael Stoltzfus and Lillian Hubbard opened Coquette on the corner of Washington Ave. and Magazine Street in December 2008. The Garden District building was built in the late 1880’s and has been among other things a residence, grocery store, auto parts store and a number of restaurants. With dining rooms on two floors and a 14 seat bar, Coquette offers innovative southern cuisine with an emphasis on locally sourced product. Featuring an accessible international wine list, classic and creative New Orleans cocktails and a well-traveled beer list.



MICHAEL STOLTZFUS

Chef / Owner
Although he grew up on a 140 acre working dairy farm on the Eastern Shore of Maryland and enjoyed the freshest products available, Stoltzfus never imagined a career in the culinary industry.
Fate or perhaps his mother’s intuition steered him in a fortuitous direction, when a couple of weeks before he was to begin college, his mother decided to open a bakery and enlisted Stoltzfus’ help in running it. Although he knew little more than how to scramble an egg, Stoltzfus found himself cooking breakfast and lunch at the family owned restaurant.
While working at the family bakery, Stoltzfus embarked on his personal culinary adventure, purchasing a variety of cookbooks and began cooking and experimenting at home. At 25 years old, after working at a few restaurants in Maryland, his talents were evident and he was hired to work at New Orleans’ esteemed Restaurant August, where six months later he was promoted to Sous Chef.
His entrepreneurial spirit flared, and in December of 2008, he opened Coquette in a gorgeous two-story Garden District building. Stoltzfus looks at Coquette as a culinary playground where he thrives on designing personalized tastings menus for guests and creating a menu that changes daily. His inspired cooking earned his restaurant a four bean rating from New Orleans’ Times Picayune, a Star Chef’s “Rising Star” Award and most recently Stoltzfus was named a semi-finalist in the prestigious 2013 James Beard “Best Chef in the South,” award

Thursday, April 9, 2015

Beauvoir in Biloxi, Mississippi

Beauvoir is the coastal home of Jefferson Davis - the president of the Confederacy during the Civil War. It is here that he wrote The Rise and Fall of the Confederate Government.


Though the homes/historic structures on the property are quite small, there was once a soldiers home on the property and currently there is the 'Presidential Library.'

 
The main house.
 
One of the out buildings.
The other out building which was used as Jefferson Davis' office.
View from the house to the Gulf.

Here is the library building itself - and inside there are records and muster rolls for Confederate soldiers. I suppose I should check and see what I can learn, as any family members from Texas might be found here.

I had to include this picture because Andrew Kirkpatrick, Jr., fighting for the Union, dies at Fortress Monroe.
And this might be morbid fascination - a death mask. I haven't seen many of these. (How do you suppose they got the plaster out of his beard?)

And who would have thought there would be an over lap of my interest in the Civil War and fiber art... It seems that perhaps Jefferson Davis, a graduate of West Point, came up with the idea to use camels in the American Southwest.

A gravestone for a military camel.

Ok, and finally.... Llamas.... and donkeys, and Shetland ponies, and goats and sheep... these are here to amuse the school children after they have gone through the house and endured the lecture on history. I am including the video I took of the animals chasing a truck in hopes of being fed. Made me laugh out loud, as one can hear. By the way, I was told that the house has acquired a juvenile camel and they are expecting another one soon. I must return soon to meet the new arrivals. How often does one get to be that close to a camel. (Though the llamas were a little skittish.) And can I say...? There is a graveyard on the property for the Confederate soldiers who chose to be buried on site. The tombstones are now carefully arranged, however previously that was not the case. But it made me laugh that the animals are free to wander and contemplate (and poop on) the graves.


One of two llamas
No relation - that I know of.

And finally...

Saturday, April 4, 2015

The Quest for the Perfect Diet

Ok, so I swiped the entire article as it appeared in the March 20th edition of The Week Magazine.... I suppose I should learn a better way to share these types of articles...

More information to support Marks Daily Apple and Mark Sisson's Primal Blueprint. We Americans have got to get away from our Standard American (Global?) Diet!


A spate of recent studies has upended decades of established dietary advice about eating fat. Is fat now good?


What should we eat?

Mostly vegetables. Veggies of all kinds and colors, including salads and other leafy greens, are loaded with various types of phytonutrients and antioxidants that are essential to healthy living. Many recent studies have shown that people who eat more vegetables and other plant-based foods—such as beans, whole grains, fruits, and nuts—tend to have lower rates of heart disease and other chronic health issues than those who mainly consume animal-based products like meat and cheese. But researchers have also recently discovered that fat, maligned for more than 40 years as the leading cause of weight gain and high cholesterol, can also be part of a healthy diet. “Americans were told to cut back on fat to lose weight and prevent heart disease,” says Dr. David Ludwig, an obesity specialist at Boston Children’s Hospital. Today, “there’s an overwhelmingly strong case to be made for the opposite.”

Can fat really be good for us?

Yes, but not all fats are created equal. Foods like beans, nuts, and fish, which are rich in monounsaturated and polyunsaturated fats, are strongly linked to good cardiovascular health. But several recent studies found that even the saturated fats in red meat, butter, and cheese can be consumed in moderation, and that foods high in cholesterol do not raise cholesterol levels in most people. Those findings run counter to decades-old dietary guidelines from the American Heart Association and the U.S. government, which stated that people should avoid saturated fats because they clog our arteries, causing heart attacks and strokes.

How did we get it so wrong?

Blame bad science. In 1970, a University of Minnesota physiologist named Ancel Keys published his landmark Seven Countries Study, which examined diets across Europe, the U.S., and Asia. He concluded that people who ate a lot of meat and dairy, like Finnish lumberjacks, died from heart attacks at far higher rates than farmers in Crete, whose fish-, fruit- and grain-heavy diet was lower in saturated fats. Critics noted many mistakes in Keys’s study—he looked at the Cretan diet during Lent, when the islanders had given up meat and cheese—but his conclusions were widely accepted because they seemed to make sense. After all, saturated fats are known to raise LDL, or “bad” cholesterol, and higher levels of LDL are a leading indicator of heart disease. But now there is increasing evidence that the type of LDL particles associated with saturated fats, known as pattern-A, are not harmful. “The argument against fat was totally and completely flawed,” says Dr. Robert Lustig, president of the San Francisco–based Institute for Responsible Nutrition.

What effect did Keys’s study have?

In 1980, the federal government issued its first set of dietary guidelines, telling everyone over age 2 to avoid fat. America didn’t get any healthier. Adult obesity rates nearly tripled over the next three decades to 35 percent, while adolescent obesity rates quadrupled. The U.S. now spends $190 billion a year treating obesity-related conditions. The government-backed campaign against fat backfired in part because Americans replaced the calories they got from milk and cheese with calories from refined carbohydrates like white bread and pasta. Carbs turn into sugar in the bloodstream, which increases insulin production and encourages cells to store fat instead of burning it. With less energy available to fuel the body, the metabolism slows down, hunger sets in, and the process repeats itself.

Does that mean carbs are the real problem?

The case against them is strong. But if the low-fat era has proved anything, it’s that focusing on just one aspect of a person’s diet can have unintended consequences. Human physiology is simply too complex for the effects of an individual foodstuff or nutrient to be isolated and properly understood. “We should not be singling out particular components in food and vilifying them,” says Catherine Collins, head dietitian at St. George’s Hospital in London. “We should be promoting a balanced diet with a lot of variety, including some lean meat, fish, whole-grain cereals, fruit and vegetables, even a little wine if you like. Essentially, it’s the Mediterranean diet.”

Is that the ideal diet?

Possibly, but we can’t be 100 percent sure because almost all dietary studies are observational and so have a fundamental limitation. Scientists will monitor the eating habits of test groups for years or even decades, and then draw associations between the subjects’ diet and the diseases they suffer. Such an observational study might show that individuals who eat more vegetables tend to live longer, but it can’t prove causation—that eating more veggies is the reason for that longer life span. Many nutritionists say their best advice is for people to stop obsessing over individual aspects of a particular diet and focus instead on choosing naturally produced foods and avoiding processed foods that are loaded with additives and excess sugar. “If you eat direct from nature, nutrients tend to take care of themselves,” says Dr. David Katz, director of Yale University’s Prevention Research Center. “The cold, hard truth is, the only way to eat well is to eat well.”

Friday, April 3, 2015

Cochon - New Orleans Restaurant - A Review

Cochon: it's about Meat.

And I'm fine with that. I love the Cochon Butcher next door. That's a great place to go for a sandwich and a beer.

But, the other day was my first day in the upscale dining room next door and I thought it was worth going back. They bill themselves as Cajun and Southern Cooking.

They offered a selection of 5 different hard ciders - one doesn't find that all that often.

Given we went early in the day we didn't order as much as we might normally - so 4 small plates between the 2 of us. My husband had the grilled shrimp with roasted cabbage, pickled cauliflower & jalapeno mayo and the smoked pork ribs with watermelon pickle. I figured I should provide my body with some new nutrients, so I had the fried alligator with chili garlic mayonnaise and their very excellent carrot, cauliflower & raisin salad with curry mayonnaise & pecans - made with very frilly mustard greens. The alligator was my attempt to provide my body with new nutrients.... I am not sure I will be doing that again. The waitress described alligator as just like chicken but a little chewier. I would add that in some pieces it did have a bit of a fishiness taste to it as well. So, not my favorite, but not awful. I wonder if my body were able to pull any nutrients out from behind the fried coating....

We figured we should try the desserts, too, so we got their lemon meringue pie and the butterscotch pudding. Both worth it. I haven't had butterscotch in decades, so it was quite a treat.

The chef and owner is Stephen Stryjewski and is described on the web site thusly:

Winner of the 2011 James Beard Foundations “Best Chef South” Stephen Stryjewski is the Chef and co-owner of the award winning Cochon Restaurant in New Orleans’ Warehouse District. Prior to opening Cochon, he worked with his now partner Donald Link at Herbsaint Restaurant where he was recognized for his delicious, simple, straightforward cuisine and his commitment to using local, seasonal ingredients. That commitment has continued through to Butcher, an artisanal meat shop and “sWine Bar” that opened in 2009 focusing on European cured meats and Cajun sausages. This spring Stephen will open Pêche Seafood Grill with his chef partners Donald Link and Ryan Prewitt.
The James Beard Foundation named Cochon a “Best New Restaurant” finalist in 2007. In May 2014 Pêche Seafood Grill won the James Beard Foundation award in that same category, making Pêche the first New Orleans restaurant to receive this honor. Stephen’s cooking has been recognized in the New York Times by Frank Bruni, “Coast to Coast Restaurants that Count”; and Sam Sifton, and “Dishes that Earned their Stars” as well as Best New Chef by New Orleans Magazine; a Chef to Watch by the Times-Picayune; Cochon has been recognized consistently in the Top Ten New Orleans Restaurants in the Times-Picayune Dining Guide and recently named one of the 20 most important restaurants in America by Bon Appétit.
In 1997, Stephen graduated from the Culinary Institute of America and went on to work for some of the most notable chefs and restaurants in America including Michael Chiarello at TraVigne, Jamie Shannon at Commanders Palace, and Jeff Buben at Vidalia. Stephen grew up moving frequently as an “Army Brat” and has traveled extensively in the United States and Europe. He resides in New Orleans’ Irish Channel with his wife and two girls.

We are fans of HerbSaint and Peche, as well. Interesting to see that Steven worked in DC at Vidalia. (I am making that assumption....that it is the Vidalia restaurant in DC.)

I am surprised to see how many of these NOLA chefs are trained at CIA. Those at Rue 127 were also CIA trained. Interesting to know and how lucky for us.

Thursday, April 2, 2015

Rue 127 - Restaurant in New Orleans - A Review

Killer desserts! Worth the trip just for the desserts - we tried the Pumpkin Trifle and the Deconstructed Key Lime Pie. Joanna Palmer is the pastry chef and her name is worth knowing. She is a graduate of the Culinary Institute of America and has worked at both Commander's Palace and Cochon - both restaurants which we have enjoyed and respect.

(I will eventually get around to writing a review of Cochon - because we just recently dined there.)

The restaurant is on North Carrolton which meant that we had to drive to get to the restaurant. I believe one could get there via public transportation - via the Canal Street Car... Could be a fun trip if one were visiting and staying in the French Quarter or on Canal.... Hmmm.

I loved the art on the walls, too - particularly that of Natalie Boos. She uses what looks like slate and also, of all things, broken glass. Those of her paintings on the walls at Rue 127 are architectural - which always interests me. I thought they were well worth taking home...


Natalie Boos is a native of Louisiana, born in New Orleans in 1976. She graduated from LSU in 2002 with multiple degrees in science. She began painting for her own enjoyment while she was working in the field of ophthalmology. She began selling paintings and decided to do a solo show of her work. It was such a success that she began showing in galleries in Mississippi, Covington and on Royal Street in the French Quarter.
Her thick textured oil paintings, depict structures that house a colorful and storied New Orleans culture. She sees a historically playful society that exaggerates the shapes and colors of its residences.
After a few years in the galleries, in 2005 she decided to become her sole agent and became a Pirate Street Alley artist. In seven short years Natalie Boos, a self taught artist, opened Natalie Fine Art at 830 Royal Street in the French Quarter. She is now collected and shown around the world in many corporate and private collections.

I don't think she has the gallery any more.... The larger originals were about $3,500 each. She had some smaller paintings for less than $500.

Anyway - back to Rue 127. Dinner was a great pear salad, foie gras bites, beef cheeks and a very large stuffed pork chop. All very good, but it was the desserts which really stuck with me.