Pirates vs. Absinthe: the sequel
oakenguy illustrates the payoff of reading gastronomical history:
I just read a rather boring paragraph about various restaurants in 19th century New Orleans.
That was not the exciting part.
It ended with a description of one particular bar-room.
Still not exciting.
The final sentence, however, ended with "...and tradition points to it as the place wherein General Andrew Jackson and the pirate Jean Lafitte planned the Battle of New Orleans over an absinthe frappe."
Oh.
My.
God.
This needs to be turned into a movie. It'd be like My Dinner With Andre, only with absinthe. And pirates. And a British spy. And two of the most macho men walking the earth in 1812 sharing a drink with a single straw.
Context is busy making blood orange saffron tartlets right here.
I just read a rather boring paragraph about various restaurants in 19th century New Orleans.
That was not the exciting part.
It ended with a description of one particular bar-room.
Still not exciting.
The final sentence, however, ended with "...and tradition points to it as the place wherein General Andrew Jackson and the pirate Jean Lafitte planned the Battle of New Orleans over an absinthe frappe."
Oh.
My.
God.
This needs to be turned into a movie. It'd be like My Dinner With Andre, only with absinthe. And pirates. And a British spy. And two of the most macho men walking the earth in 1812 sharing a drink with a single straw.
Context is busy making blood orange saffron tartlets right here.