Let’s say you’re in New Orleans, you want a giant breakfast in a charming French Quarter setting and a chance of getting something healthy. Might I suggest EAT?
Ryan and I came here on a Saturday morning for “breakfast” around noon-ish (don’t judge…) and stayed long enough to watch them close their doors at 2. The waitstaff was relaxed, the food spectacular; we got a table by the window; really, it was perfect.
It’s also that ever popular localorganicfarmtotable but I’ll let you go to the website to look for chicken headshots. I’m here for the food.
Fried green tomatoes with grits and bacon. Spicy remoulade, perfect grits, delectable everywhere.
Cornmeal pancakes with pecan maple butter and blackstrap molasses, eggs and fruit. C’mon, it’s Ryan. He has to.
Go to EAT for a great breakfast. Besides being finger lickin’ good, it’s a command in CAPITAL LETTERS.
So you should.
Now that’s the way to get the day started.