On our second stop through New Orleans, we were tired and ready to be back home. Arriving late in the evening, we headed for the familiar. We had a quick, late night dinner at Mother’s (our second visit of the trip). This time, I tried their Famous Ferdi Special Po-Boy, a sandwich with ham, roast beef, and what they call debris, which is the roast beef that falls into the gravy while the beef is roasting in the oven. The sandwich hit the spot, with the gravy making a wonderful soggy mess out of the french roll.
The next morning, we considered returning to Mother’s for breakfast, but decided it would be a shame not to try something different during our time in New Orleans. We opted for a little diner across the street from our hotel (the pet friendly La Quinta) called Majoria’s Commerce Restaurant. It ended up being one of my favorite meals of the trip.
I am serious about breakfast. Any day I can start with eggs is a good day in my book. The Commerce Restaurant, at the dawn of our last day on the road, was the beginning of a very good day.
Eliza wanted to use this picture, in which you can see an empty window pane just above the restaurant. Sadly, much of New Orleans still resembles a bombed out war zone, even years after Katrina.
Eliza files her nails as we wait for our grub. A convention was in town, presumably for the Association of Chubby Guys in Shiny Shirts and Black Pants. Zing! (Yes, there’s a girl with them and she’s not chubby at all, but she’s probably an intern or something).
Breakfast arrived and it seemed pretty standard. The fried eggs had little pools of butter in them, like at Waffle House. This was not a bad thing, but the meal didn’t seem to remarkable at first.
But after tasting the biscuit, everything changed. As you can see here, the bottom of the biscuit was done just shy of the point of being burned, which gave it a nice crunch and a hint of sweetness. But the real revelation was still to come.
A biscuit of this caliber needs to be taken advantage of. And victimize it, I did. I piled two alternating layers of bacon and egg on it and went to tasty-town. Look at this mess. If you’re not jealous of what I experienced at this place, you might be too virtuous for your own good.