In lieu of post-game analysis and grades that other Who Dats handle with far more discretion, I'm going with a list of observations to move from gin-induced, game 2 headache to week 3:
* Friday, Sept. 12: After Chef's full-time employer safely closed its facilities to protect the interests of all its valued employees from the tornadic threats of Ike, Chef retreated to a bunker on Bienville Street, Liuzza's, for a fish bowl or four of amber, a Frenchuletta, and the ice-filled tile-backed toilet trough. Not a bad way to start a NFL weekend.
* Saturday, Sept. 13: A late invite to a family birthday celebration for a 22-year-old nephew resulted in a cochon plate, double-stuffed potato, and cracklins at Cochon. More important was the opportunity to visit the restaurant's handsomely appointed men's room, where just to the left of the wash basin I found a framed photo of the Defender of New Orleans setting off the Dome on September 25, 2006. The Defender had signed it thusly: "Cochon! Defend New Orleans! Steve Gleason #37" Defend New Orleans indeed. Never mind Fed-Ex field. Steps have been taken.
* Sunday, Sept. 14: On second thought, cuban black beans with smoked sausage, cilantro chicken tacos, and habanero cheese stuffed sausages may not be the best meal to serve with the heartburn that a team coached by the slowly fattening-Sean Payton provides.
* Monday, Sept. 15: See Sunday, Sept. 14, especially "heartburn."