My First Taste of New Orleans
August 1, 2017
The first month here has kept me constantly surprised. It has gone quickly as I knew it would, and at the same time, it feels as though more time has passed than 31 days.
We drove in at 5:00 pm on August 1st, we were grungy, tired and hungry for anything besides gas station food. Excited to see our new home we rallied, took a tour and got the car unloaded by 6:00 pm. We then collapsed on the bed and I began scrolling through my phone searching for places to eat. I know you can all relate to that deep level of exhaustion where something as simple as deciding where to eat is suddenly the largest problem in the world. Somewhere with seafood was eventually the consensus and we decided on Peche Seafood Grill
A shower was had and an uber was ordered to take us there. Our Uber drivers name was Larry, a man who looked to be in his 60’s with a thick, accent. He had lived in New Orleans his entire life and after confirming our destination did not look at his phone again, instead taking his own route and recounting his life’s work as a Burger King manager for 17 years.
This was interesting until I discovered he was driving the opposite direction of the restaurant. I politely brought this up and he obligingly turned the car around. 12 minutes and an extra $5 on the meter later, we arrived at 800 Magazine St (Shoutout to Uber for promptly honoring my request to refund the additional charge, which you can do easily through the app on your phone).
Dinner is Served
Peche was packed for a Tuesday night, the only seats available were at the oyster bar which was alright by me. The restaurant sported huge, oak beams and a rustic but upscale atmosphere. A glimpse back into the kitchen showed an open hearth where steaming dishes of gulf fish came out. The oyster bar where we sat was nonchalant, they shucked and served and we ordered a dozen gulf oysters along with a glass of cava for me, a salad and the baked drum.
I felt as though my life couldn’t be more complete. A month later Peche still holds the number one spot on my list of best food in New Orleans. They’re doing it right.
We arrived home that night to discover the tenants before us had left a bottle of Prosecco in the fridge. Already giddy from the champagne at the restaurant, we popped the bottle and drank it in celebration of a successful move and no more miles of highway before us. Sleep came easy that night.
To Be Continued…