Pagoda

I shall start this blog by writing about Pagoda, potentially my new favorite breakfast spot. Pagoda is unexpectedly placed on Bayou Road across from Cajun King (a place that has a $5.99 seafood buffet that I will try before I die...yikes?) and a five minute walk from my house. We've gone three Sundays in a row now, not just for the food, but also to be treated like pure gold by Clarence, the beautiful blue-eyed cashier who loves to "spoil us". There is only outside seating but, as luck would have it, the weather has been perfect for three consistent Sundays. The New Orleans community + a harpist + a New Zealand beachfront restaurant = Pagoda.

Initially what I found to be special about Pagoda was the fact that they had FLAT WHITES. Invented in Australia/New Zealand, a flat white is similar to a cafe au lait or a latte, but has a higher proportion of coffee to steamed milk with a velvety consistency (my dream drink). To walk into the Pagoda hut and see "flat white" written in chalk on the menu board confirmed that Pagoda and I would be a match made in brunch heaven. Their menu changes every week and lists about eight options. Try their tacos... you will not be sad you did.

Food

****

Service (luv ya, Clarence)

*****

Atmosphere

****

Link to the happiest n' sunniest place on Earth

http://www.pagodacafe.net/

WHAT YOU KNOW ABOUT THAT? - T.I. (MODERATELY FAMOUS RAPPER)

Actually, I do not know much about that (food). Meaning I do not know much about the logistics of food, ingredients, cooking and baking. My father was a chef and I cannot think of one grandparent of mine that isn't a stellar cook. In this way I am blessed. In this way I could be considered a food addict and/or compulsive eater. For some reason I did not seem to receive the genetic trait of following a recipe/instructions like a normal human being. Therefore, am I a terrible cook? No, but I am certainly not a good one. Am I an innovative baker? Nope, but I can make a mean batch of cream puffs (literally the only thing I can confidently create). 

By growing up around fantastic food and living in the heartland where we eat like our food is running away from us, I did gain an immense love for eating. I love to eat more than I love most people. More than I love to run, dance, design, read or watch television. I literally base my day around what I'm going to eat next and where I am going to eat it.

With this being said, this is not a food critic's blog because, frankly, I have no clue what I am talking about. This is a blog where I will write about my experience of doing what I do best (eating out). Raving about the good and venting about the bad. I shall rate restaurants on how well the three pillars of greatness (food, service and atmosphere) are accomplished.

This could be the beginning of a beautiful internet based friendship or this could be my first and last post.

I'll have to see how I feel after my next meal.