It’s true what they say about New Orleans. If a restaurant remains open in this city, it’s because it’s good. I got away for the weekend with seven girlfriends and an itinerary revolving around where to eat. We were not disappointed.
Cafe du Monde was at the top of the list for beignets, of course, and we were dusted in a thin cloud of powdered sugar as we dug in. It was delightful. Bowls of gumbo, too, with a kick. But on this weekend of donuts and sazeracs, two things truly stood out: the rigatoni at Domenica and the muffuletta at Cochon Butcher.