Booty's Street Food

I was so excited to finally get the opportunity to go to Booty's Street Food tonight.  I've heard so many people talking about it and it's been on my mind, but somehow, I could never remember the name of that place in the Bywater that everyone kept talking about!  Let me tell you, REMEMBER!! BOOTY'S STREET FOOD!!  I am so glad that I made this my first official blog post!  It was such a pleasure!

Now, I didn't bring my children, nor do I necessarily think that this would have been the right place for a 1 year old and a 3 year old.  However, next to us sat a wonderful young family with an infant child.  The mother was able to nurse without hesitation or resistance from fellow patrons and the child seemed to be happy in the environment.  If your older children, who require a meal, can handle pork belly, beer battered white fish, or kimchi then you should absolutely bring them! Otherwise, save this little gem for date night or ladies night!   

The drive in was classic New Orleans.  A bit of grit followed by a vibrant splash of brilliant New Orleans charm.  The trees created a lush hiding place for lines of cars parked closely to the antiquated homes.  And there across the street from the bus stop stood a newly renovated hipster gem.  On an early Sunday evening, parking was not a problem, but the dining room was nearly full.  Patrons dining, conversing and yes, drinking on the stoop were fast to lend a hand to my crippled husband. Without hesitation and with tender care, they cleared a path that he could easily maneuver into the trendy restaurant.

As we entered the dining room, we quickly found a seat that would accommodate my husband's needs 

(crutches and space for his foot with a cast) and were promptly greeted.  They offered us first the drink menu, which was a glorious collection of mixology genius.    

The drinks were fantastic.  I opted for a Snoglobe, which was a cheery red ball of shaved ice that made me feel like a child about to dip into their first juicy bite of snoball!  Once I finished taking in the bright cheery color and fun snoball shape, I hastily took my first sip!  It tasted like Christmas!  Here I am in the dead dog days of summer in New Orleans and suddenly my mind is being overcome with Christmas memories!  WOW!

So far, this night was going wonderfully.  I had had a stressful day and so had my husband.  As we looked around, we were surrounded by a wonderfully diverse group of people.  I honestly felt transported to a different world!  There were young and old, gay and straight, Rosie the Riveter types, families with babies, steroid frat guys, and yes, me and my crippled husband.  Despite all of our differences, this is the only restaurant I have ever been to where we made fast friends with our table mates.  We spoke to the family, the steroid frat guy, an older man and of course the many staff members who greeted our table. 

Now here's where I messed up!  We ordered a huge variety of food from the menu.  Literally, near one of everything!  The problem, I didn't pay attention to what I was eating nor did I take a moment to photograph it!  It smelled divine, tasted great, and it was served beautifully! Before I knew it, it was gone, we were full and the steroid frat guy next to us was taking notes, asking what everything was!  What I do remember is the curry katsup (holy yum! -- yes, even the condiments were memorable.) OH! ...and the crab stuffed pepper, the fish and chips...!  This was the kind of food that you taste, but can't stop going back for. It's like nothing you ever tasted before and gives you that feeling you long for when you watch the food channel and see people tasting seemingly regular food that transports them to another realm.  If that's what you're looking for, go to Booty's Street Food.