The Lower Ninth - Climbing Higher?

There's an interesting, and sobering, article from AP writer Cain Burdeau on the prospects for the Lower 9th Ward, the focus of so much post-Katrina reporting. Everyone who comes to New Orleans wants to visit. And I take them, or tell them how to get there. Everyone is shocked by the devastation and enthusiastic about Brad Pitt's houses. (And they are nice ones.) But then everyone then drives back over the canal, and that's the last of it. The Lower 9th's residents are campaigning to get a supermarket to open. I hope they can. They deserve some good news.

New Orleans' Best Po-Boy?

A friend's recent party at Tracey's on the Irish Channel side of Magazine at Third Street got me thinking about po-boys.If you don't know what a po-boy is, then you've never been to New Orleans. They're the hero-like sandwiches slathered with mayonnaise, and crammed with meat, fried Gulf oysters or shrimp on crusty French bread. No one can say for certain how "po-boys" got their name, but the Po-Boy Preservation Society has as good an explanation as anyone. Everyone in New Orleans has their favorite po-boy shop, but I think Tracey's might sell the best ones. Their kitchen is staffed with refugees from the famed Parasols -- which at one time enjoyed a reputation for making the best po-boys in town before changing hands in 2010. I'm not sure what happened, but all I can say is that Tracey's roast beef po-boy, steeped in it own gravy, is not to be believed. Order one and see.

A Dream for the City

The Hypothetical Development Organization has been wandering New Orleans neighborhoods putting up renderings of fantastical buildings which, like the Trump condos on Poydras, will never get built. It's an interesting project that gets you thinking about the future, or lack of it, for sites around town. Check out their video. Or visit their website for more info.

New Orleans: One Singular Sensation?

Travel & Leisure has just proclaimed New Orleans "America's best city for singles." The magazine lists our cafes and cocktails as well as our array of fascinating citizens (some of whom are even sober) as key components in winning the #1 spot. T&L cites Frenchmen Street and its live music as some sort of place "popular with the locals" now that the meanderthals have overtaken Bourbon Street. Guess nobody told them about the burgeoning bar scene along St. Claude Avenue. All in all the article's the perfect set up for the bachelor party I'm hosting for my friend Patten next weekend.

A Gem in the Black Pearl

Like a pole dancer with intimacy issues New Orleans doesn't reveal its real nature immediately. Not at first. It makes a big show out of its obvious assets, but its best attributes take time to uncover. That may be a reaction to being a tourist destination. Thanks to two centuries of clever marketing, travelers think they know all about the place.

They're wrong. Take the neighborhoods of New Orleans, for example. Visitors know about the Quarter, Uptown, maybe even the Bywater, but within these famous hoods are subsets -- 72 in all, says the City Planning Commission that cataloged them. They should know. Before living here I had never heard of places like Gert Town, St. Roch and the Black Pearl. The latter's lyrical name is new. The original name for the neighborhood contained an ugly epithet. More on that here.

This week I went to eat lunch in the Black Pearl on Perrier Street at Tartine. (From San Francisco, I immediately think of the great Mission bakery Tartine and their melty, righteous orange rolls.) But this is a bistro, not a bakery, though they do bake their own bread on the premises, and it's good, too. What Tartine New Orleans offers is a good lunch in an informal setting. Tasty sandwiches with crusty, warm bread, salads and tartines, or open-faced sandwich. I ordered the grilled

vegetables. It arrived packed with roasted tomatoes, manchego cheese, herbed olive oil on focaccia with an amazing side of garlic-y white beans. The next time I come I'm ordering the ham with triple cream brie, fig mustard and topped with butter lettuce on a baguette. I hope the beans remain the side. Tartine is owned by Cara Benson, a graduate of Loyola and The French Culinary Institute, who came home to New Orleans with a dream. When I was there she was preparing the lunch with the help of her mom and crew. I think Cara's dream is delicious. I'm returning to the Black Pearl next week for the ham.

Tartine New Orleans; 7217 Perrier Street; 504.866.4860; Reviews

Treat Them (to) High Hat

One of the biggest satisfactions I've had after moving to New Orleans is watching the revival of Freret Street, the Uptown shopping district damaged by urban decline and Katrina's waters. I can confirm the new High Hat, Adolfo Garcia's tasty new cafe confirms the trend and is, itself, a real cause for celebration.

I dined with a crowd there this weekend, and was quite impressed. We feasted on delish pork po boys (just big enough), fresh fried catfish and a double fried donut that reset the table's taste buds. I'd come back for the Cuban sandwich and the greens. I hear great things about both. My hat's off to Adolfo's -- his new and neighborhood cafe is off to a promising start.

High Hat Cafe: 4500 Freret; (504) 754-1336; Reviews