I think of Gulf oysters now and start to fret and crave them more than ever before. For someone who would get nausea on mere mention of fish and shellfish as a child, raw oysters with hot sauce and fried oyster po’ boys are now a sublime delicacy and this is thanks to the sheer wholesome marvelousness of the Gulf oyster. I am heading to New Orleans in August for Rising Tide V and was hoping to hit Elizabeth’s for one of my favorite dishes: Eggs Florentine with fried oysters. In the immortal words of Bender Bending Rodriguez, “Me thinks we be boned.”
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It’s not just food. It’s a way of life. Take pride in what you eat.
I will forever crave Elizabeth’s eggs florentine.
