Bread Pudding -- Mother's Restaurant, New Orleans, LA
If
you need a surefire sign that you look like a tourist who does not know
the ways of the local sandwich shop, it is when you enter
the place and immediately get a menu thrust in your hand and a pointing finger
indicating where you should order.
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| Thank You, Yes, We Are In Fact Idiots |
This
is how we are greeted, not unkindly, when we arrive at Mother's
Restaurant for Sunny Anderson's Best Thing I Ever Ate GUILTY PLEASURE,
the bread pudding.
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| Wall of... "Fame"? |
Along with the dessert, we are also each buying a po
boy to consume during our early morning flights the next day: shrimp for Whiskey Sour (to properly compare to the Domilise variety) and roast
beef for Vodka.
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| Because Nothing Say "Bon Voyage" Like the TSA Patting Down Your Sandwich |
While we arrive to a relatively
empty restaurant, a sizable crowd enters right after us,
making us even more pleased to skedaddle out clutching our po boys and
bread pudding in the direction of the nearest bar.
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| No Offense, Mother's, but We Only Have a Few Hours of Day Drinking Left |
We
settle down in the lobby of a hotel and, after grabbing some afternoon
cocktails, hoist the bread pudding out of the bag in an attempt to at
least try it while it's still warm.
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| Instagram-Worthy Plating? |
In truth, we are not optimistic
about this enterprise, as neither of us are overly fond of bread
pudding, and Mother's version does not look particularly appetizing.
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| Bread Pudding Is the Snaggletooth of Desserts |
Reluctantly, we stick our utensils into the plastic container and raise them unenthusiastically into our mouths.
"Hmph. It's not bad," Whiskey Sour notes with a distinct tone of surprise.
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| It, at the Very Least, Is Better Than It Looks |
Indeed,
of the (very few) bread puddings we have tried in our lives, this is
some of the best: the bread is light, the sauce isn't too sweet, and the
whole conglomeration isn't very sticky. After expecting to toss the
majority of it in the trash, we end up polishing off the entire
container.
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| A Spoonful of Bread Pudding Makes the Sazeracs Go Down |
In contrast, we do not find the po
boys anywhere near the level of those found at Domilise's. But the bread
pudding, while enjoyed with a side of sazerac and a game of rummy, is
an unexpected delight.
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| Come for the Rum, Stay for the Rummy |
Not a delight we feel the need to ever consume again, but a delight nonetheless.
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