Sunday, November 23, 2008 at 1:34AM
NOLA: Day Two
Traci (who I will now stop calling "Jill") started the day off right by teaching my daughter how to bake chocolate chip cookies. An auspicious beginning.
We went to Mother's for dinner. We stood at the door for about ten minutes before we realized you have to go to the counter and order for yourself and, then, you sit down and wait for them to bring the food to you. Keep your receipt because they will ask you for it when you sit down. I'm assuming no receipt, no food.
The place has a nice warm atmosphere, and the staff was really friendly in that homey kind of way.
It was fairly clean. Personally, when I'm searching out "authentic" food, I tend to dismiss restaurants that are "sterile." They just don't feel right in terms of authenticity. Blame it on my previous travels in Asia, if you must.
Mother's also has a wall of famous people photos. My only regret is that I didn't snap a photo of the picture of Johnny Cochran hanging on the wall.
I ordered the seafood platter with potato salad and french fries because those were the only two sides that didn't have pork in them. So bummed that the "greens" had sausage.
The food was good, but not absolutely fantastic. I also forgot that I don't like catfish. My daughter seemed to like it, though.
Notable exception: potato salad. Mother's has the best potato salad I have ever tasted. And I'm not a fan of potato salad. Unfortunately, it was so good that I forgot to try to guess what was in it before I scarfed it down.
I also realized that B.E. Earl's suggestion that we should have gone for breakfast was right on the mark, the breakfast menu made me dizzy with mouthwatering visions of pancakes, grits and fantastical descriptions of eggs. Earl, I assume you're going to be your usual graceful self and not comment, "I told you so" anytime soon.
After Mother's, I attended my first NBA basketball game. Hornets v. Oklahoma City Thunder (?). We got cheap seats, but it didn't matter because the view was great and we had an amazing time.
I've never been a huge fan of basketball, but I am now.
I'm in awe of how those men moved and the way their intentions seamlessly intertwined with one another. Intentions then manifested into fluid physical motions that accomplished that seemingly simple, yet extraordinarily complicated task of just getting the ball to go through the net. Or conversely, from stopping the ball from going through said net.
Really, it was extraordinary. If you've never been to a professional basketball game, it's a must. I would even go so far as to say: the great pyramids of Egypt, the Taj Mahal, and an NBA basketball game. Do those before you die, and you may leave this world with a far greater understanding than most of the magnificent depths of humankind's abilities.
Finally, here's the highlight of my evening. There's nothing that makes me love my husband more than when I look at him and see this.
The man is just beautiful. Inside and out.
* All these photos were taken with my iPhone because I left the "wire thingy" (I've been told it's called a USB cable in some circles) at home.