Further Proof

While in Chelsea, NYC on Thursday night, we spotted a place called the Sazerac Restaurant. Local told us it was new. Imagining a fellow exiler, we made a stop. Unfortunately, it is just a name today, but it was a creole restaurant at one time. The bartender said, "We had those things on the menu, but it just didn't sell, so we became more American."

Having had a Platonic set of meals while in New Orleans, it may be better that others don't try, let them be 'American'-- whatever that is. We'll define ourselves by not being that, at least not culinarily.