Tuesday, March 15, 2005

New Orleans: not Bobo's world 

Michael and others flagged this cringe-inducing column by David Brooks yesterday. It's difficult to fully appreciate his utter ninnery if you haven't experienced "the treatment" at Antoine's restaurant.

Hmm, how to put this?

The excesses in a private room at Antoine's are legendary, and, I'm happy to attest, have not diminished in intensity or degeneracy from the glory days of decades past. Not only does the food and drink flow relentlessly to the table, but, shall we say, the staff can accomodate nearly any whim a customer might have. (If they know you, obviously.) Now, I'm sure Brooks' table was fairly tame compared to some of the crowds I've revelled with-- BUT, I'm positive the atmosphere was one of excess, freedom and amorality. To have experienced all this (an Antoine's dinner can easily last four hours) and at the very end, during the flaming devil's coffee ceremony, to have the uptight prudery to ask-- with total seriousness-- "Is it decaf?!?"

Oh, lawdie there is no saving this man.

Bobo says, "At least we have New Orleans." No, Bobo. If you inquire about decaf after the Antoine's treatment, you've totally missed New Orleans. Next time, your query at that stage of the evening should involve something like booze, bud, blow, boobs or barf.
posted by oyster @ 11:28 AM
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