Hey there EDSBS shoppers. The NOLA coronary assault continues over hrr.
In an effort to break my bad habit of having great meals and not writing about them oh, hey @huskrestaurant, Geechee Girl Cafe, etc. here is part 1 of the Cod's valliant effort to hit 3 Donald Link restaurants inside of 24 hours (there was an AM Eggs Benedict poboy at Stanley, but that was medicinal. (Stanley was very solid, but it's as if they saw things people never say about restaurant websites, and misread it as restaurant website best practices.)
Long story short, while the Cod consulted his WWBBED bracelet. Trixie danced her way through the menu like Sugar Ray in Montreal in 1976. I was not at all mad at the fried rabbit livers on toast I had for an appetizer. The words above the fold are "rabbit," "liver," and "pepper jelly," but the real story was the onion and mint dressing adorning, like an exalted version of the vegetables on a banh mi. For the main, I got the cochon, which I'd had before. At home, I am in the middle of @davidchang's pig's head torchon receipt (torchons made, and in the freezer, waiting, like a red white and blue liberation jumpsuit, for just the proper occasion), so I am interested in pucks of pork. It was still good -- maybe seasoned more aggressively this time around, but very solld.
However, I repeatedly found myself sneaking food from the cinetrix, who was kind enough to share. The arugula and pigear salad made me wish we had a pigear patch next to the arugula patch in the back yard. (See below, for pic ganked from Cochon menu.) The yard egg was the kind of disingenuous thing a billion spots in Brooklyn, etc don't do as well as this -- perfectly poached egg on a grit cake with mushrooms. I ate as much of it as I dared. This guy remembered to take pictures -- see right.
The cabbage salad w/ housemade slim jims was also rad, and would have been best in show at about 99% of the meals I've had in the last year. As always, the menu challenges the boundaries of appetite. The menu fosters regret for roads not taken -- it's criminal not to get the bacon and oyster sandwich, but there was no place to put it. The room was subdued, but considering it was at the end of service, and two days after Mardi Gras, the servers were engaged and energetic. Some fancy rye for dessert wrapped up a meal that made a long drive seem like a good choice.