Bree’s selection
Nola’s chill vibe began with a darker atmosphere and a lit stage on the far end. Throughout there was a red and black décor with some accents of note: records on the wall and a display of musical instruments. The only feature that didn’t belong was the VLT machines. Thank goodness they were curtained off from the rest of the space. When we first arrived the place was busy and so it was a distracted waitress who brought us our appetizers. As “tapas” we chose barbequed shrimp, grilled andoulille sausage and smoked tomato and red pepper bisque. Much to Dave’s dismay he had to share his soup with his spoon becoming communal. No food forts at this Dinner Club. The soup was delish (great consistency) but the girls really loved their sausage! The first band felt more like background music so we decided it was time to play guess the waitress’s name! We also decided to make it into another official rule (#10): if a person guesses correctly, the other two will pay for their meal. Minus the alcohol. There are limits to everything. Bree guessed Veronica. Ang guessed Andrea. Dave guessed Cynthia. None of us were right, but “Crystal” opened up to us from then on. In fact, she challenged us to guess her middle name. She even gave us the hint that it kind of sounds like a stripper name. Bree guessed Sunshine. Ang guessed Panther. And miracle of miracles Dave guessed Rose which was absolutely right! Nevertheless, for the rest of the night she was known as panther. Rawr. Now back to the food: Bree’s main course was alligator jambalaya. It was too dry so she asked for extra sauce and then it was sausome. Dave chose the pork and peaches on a bed of rice which wasn’t very warm. Angela ordered the blackened snap snap snapper. Yes, she did like it. Might have liked a bit more of it actually. To wash down their dinners the girls shared a bottle of White Truck. Pure class. Nothing but the best for the sistas. By this time the second band took the stage. They were okay but the people dancing stole the show. With a leather dress, arms in the air and a lot of “bubbling” going on, the party had really started. When Crystal came by to ask if we wanted dessert, we said, “Yes, one of everything! Except for bread pudding.” She was impressed. Between chocolate mousse, pecan tarts and beignets (fried balls of doughnutty goodness dipped in chocolate sauce), balls won hands down. This entire dinner club is best summed up in three words: panther, sausage and balls.
