Fla-Vor-Ice!

MNF discoveries ...

1. Victory lap around St. Dominic's play yard in Lakeview feels sweeter with fireworks brightening the sky and running partners like Porn Chef, Ms. Shootz to Kill, their kids, and Chef spawn.
2. Uh, huh, huh, parlez-vous francais. Run Pierre Thomas. All the way.
3. Our Saints brought us back more than a victory when they touched down in New Orleans just after 2 a.m. this morning. They also brought us back some Fla-Vor-Ice. It was seen melting from their windshields as they crawled past several hundred of us at the airport.
   
4. Gregg Williams likes it when fans imitate his "suck it" chop. He was laughing like a kid while driving by in his car at the airport when Porn and I gave him a chop salute.
5. Usama Young stopped his car just past us to take a picture of the crowd.
6. Jeff Maumus, founder of The Missing 1200, is a genuine nice guy. Finally met him in person while waiting for the Saints to arrive at the airport.
   

Hey Roddy. Tweet this.

This stone cold Who Dat recently visited Bistro 649 ... and he filmed this video response to roddywhiteTV:




It's titled, "I stood up and got crunk after Darren Sharper laid a forearm to Roddy's throat and Tracy Porter scooped and scored."

Yuletide Greetings

to Who Dats.

Yuletide Greetings

to the Dallas Cowboys.

Ram, Bam, Thank You Ma'am!

Happy Saintsgiving!

Supa Thanksgiving

Texas-sized Turducken

It's turducken time in Jerry World! And The Entity, Ms. Shootz to Kill, Dirty Denim & Diamonds, the Porn Chef, and Chef Who Dat from Cafe 641/Bistro 649 are descending upon the Death Star. We'll enjoy this one.

C-Hawk to B-Sting!

Day Jobs

Nice calendar.

Volume Warning

Nice shirt.

Who Dat Fright Night Feast

Tomlin Twice-Bitten

From the Pittsburgh injury report:

Mike Tomlin: questionable; zombie bite

It's Time!

Also, lock up your daughters.

A Cleveland Steamer

Turns out this drink did get served on Sunday.

Chef saw it unfold before his very eye:

It looked like this:

Photos: Ms. Shootz to Kill

The James Harrison Memorial Hair of the Dawg Game

Time to start the drinking early this week, Bistro patrons. Get your liver loose for 40 oz. of remember me shots!

Kot*b /kawtbee/ verb

to pinch a Super Bowl MVP on the ass in an attempt to gain his attention, with the apparent lingering effect of diminishing the target's offensive production some seven months later (When Drew ignored her, Hoda kotb-ed him.)

Thanks Hoda.

"She goes, 'Pinch his butt!' I looked at her, and she said, 'Just go get it.'

"I was like, 'I'll get it. I'll get some of that.' "

And so she did.

"He first kind of whipped his head around and goes, 'What the hell was that?' " Kotb said. "Then he saw his baby and saw Brittany and the guy melted. It was amazing."

What? You've got better explanations?

No 3-2 worries in the Bistro, though, cuz the Bistro's got fire, Bistro's got fire.

A Cool Brees Beats a Spayed Cat

Scrubbin' & Rinsin'

So Fresh, So Clean
(available at fleurtygirl)

Time to scrub, rinse, and re-hydrate. Anything to get the fowl smell of the Dirty Bird out of the Dome. This week, the Bistro will bath exclusively in NOLA Hopitoulas Beer Soap to do the trick. We'll also boycott

Keeping Score

The Superdome scoreboard still reads 27 Bird Brains, 24 Saints, but based on a quick count of yesterday's pre-game and in-house festivities, the Who Dats won going away. This ain't no moral victory. This is a reminder of "what it means." And while I completely understand the need to jump in a car and drive the depressing eight hours back to hell the ATL, the flood of Dirty Birds exiting the Upper Terrace of the Poydras endzone before Broken Hart lined up his shank was telling. Telling of life in a great American simulated city.

Sour grapes, Chef? Perhaps.

But, then again, this visual evidence suggests how real we kept it in and out of the seats of the Dome on Sunday. Enjoy the photographic stylings of Ms. Shootz to Kill:

New Season, Same Drama

Don't Be Tardy for the Party!

New season, same drama. Just another work week for your World Champion New Orleans Saints. But down in the ATL, Bravo TV captured dirty birds Matt Ryan, Tony Gonzalez, Michael Turner, and Roddy White in all their pre-game housewife flair.

Looks like another Real Housewives of the ATL menu for Sunday. Post menu suggestions at your leisure.

The Bird

When the semi-Real Housewives of Atlanta return to the Sacredome on Sunday, the biggest question is whether the Benson Towers will do the right thing and distribute what would be the most sought after Dome give-away ever: costume jewelry replica Super Bowl rings.

Imagine it, Tom.

70,000+ blinged-out birds being flipped simultaneously in the direction of the Falcons bench.

Oh, yeah. The menu board is open.

Dempsey Intervenes, Sacred Hart Shines

RicknGentilly provided the foreshadowing for a 2-0 start with the following footwear comment, posted days before Sacred Hart defeated the San Francisco Swirling Crosswinds:

fun fact: one of tom dempsy's shoes is hanging from the ceiling of the absinthe house bar on bienville and bourbon.

my wife used to bartend there and every time i would stop in to say hi to her i would find myself staring at that relic from my childhood.

i know when mr tony sold the biz to jobert some one took down a bunch of the helmets from the ceiling and replaced them with replicas.

there was no replica for mr dempsy's shoe so it went back up.


one more fun fact: the heirs to the spainards who owened that property during spanish colony times still get a roality check once a year for the use of their property.

rickngentilly.

The 649 Bistro response to this historical nugget?

After Sacred Hart-ley goes 4-4 tonight into a swirling Candlestick wind, I plan a toast to Dempsey's hanging shoe at that very spot.

So, in the larger Who Dat cosmos, this suggests a Tom Dempsey half-a-foot toast at the very locale he watched the Super Bowl back in February.

Details will follow.

Fisherman's Wharf, Hide Your Seals

The hunters are coming ...

38

649 Bistro Ladies Man

(dialing up a 38-point victory over the 49ers to celebrate his 38th birthday)

Today marks the 38th birthday of a Cafe 641/649 Bistro staple, our very own adult industry chef. We believe that one day, the offspring of this mild-mannered porn star will look back on this year and label it thus: the year of the Porn Chef!

We offer this small tribute, a list of every Who Dat to wear the #38:

38
Phil Vandersea (LB) 1967
Tony Baker (RB) 1968‐71
Bill Butler (RB) 1972‐74
George Rogers (HB) 1981‐84
Calvin Nicholson (CB) 1989,91
Donovan Greer (CB) 1997
Usama Young (CB) 2007
Greg Fassitt (CB) 2009‐

footnote: Visual evidence suggests a direct lineage between former Saint Phil Vandersea and Porn:

Footnote 2: Or perhaps Bill Butler.

Chicks Win Catering Contract

The prodigious Chicks in the Huddle earned the Bistro/Cafe away-game catering contract this afternoon with an impressive culinary audition that featured Crusty Softshell Crabtree and Melted Gore Smores. Chef will now spend his free weekend cooking up a 40-burger. Points on the board, ya'll.

Fundraising Footwear

Not since Tom Dempsey has the 649 Bistro/Cafe 641 community been so excited about footwear. Catholic Charities is coordinating a decorated shrimp boot auction to raise money for its BP Oil Spill Relief Fund. While this is probably already rigged to favor prominent, boot-bearing Who Dats, a $5 raffle ticket is worth a shot at one of these:

Hands off this one. It's for the Chef!

A Two Dat Recipe

26 Mustache Riders +

A Black & Gold Teletubby + a Chef + a Ring Master + an Adult Film Star +

a Pre-game Phone Call to Brad Childress +

Voodoo Pants on the Ground =

Owned!

*thanks to Carol for another batch of gris gris!