I woke up this morning thinking it was Saints gameday, and by afternoon I found myself stumbling through the Quarter. My body was tuned automatically to another victory celebration, so it turned left on Decatur in route to free rounds at Molly's.
I eventually woke up when I smelled fried chicken at Fiorella's, which got me thinking about all the bird we've been enjoying at the Cafe 641 with the Roofbangers. At some point the Dirty Bird Rice mixes with the Bird-beak Bisque, which mixes with the Tailfeather Tacos, which after a while even sounds good with some ol' fashioned Scurvy Scaloppini and Boudin Buc Balls.
So in case you missed a dish, forgot to break bread with Chef and the Cafe family, or have been in a 5-1 daze of late, here's some photo highlights from Chef's fuzzy memory:
CHEF AERATES HIS BOILED BALD BIRD
THE SPRINKLER KEEPS HIS GOLDEN SPOON READY
WEEK 6 GOLDEN SPOON WINNER JACOB STIRS UP SUCCESS