I is for Ingnatius Eatery, serving authentic Creole comfort food in a traditional New Orleans atmosphere. I know what you’re thinking: not another restaurant. Yes, another restaurant. Here in New Orleans, food is very important. We currently have more than 1,400 open restaurants in our city, and that’s not counting the fast food joints. It’s not surprising that visitors and locals alike will sit down to eat one meal and immediately start talking about the next. And Ingnatius Eatery is worth talking about.
The Uptown Magazine Street restaurant has quite a few awards under its belt–Travel Channel’s Chow Masters Golden Skillet, Trip Advisor’s Best in Excellence, and OpenTable’s Diners’ Choice–and offers dishes like fried green tomatoes, shrimp and grits, red beans and rice with smoked sausage, and bread pudding. My human mommy is a big fan of happy hour, which happens daily from 3 to 7 p.m. She usually goes for the $10 bottle of wine, cochon de lait sliders, and catfish sliders. She shares with her friends. Really.
But even more important than Ignatius Eatery is Ignatius J. Reilly and the book in which this one-of-a-kind character appears: the Pulitzer Prize-winning A Confederacy of Dunces by New Orleans native John Kennedy Toole. The novel was published in 1980, 11 years after Toole’s suicide. Toole’s mother found a copy of the manuscript after her 31-year-old son died in 1969. She tried unsuccessfully to have it published and then turned to Walker Percy, a Southern author who, at the time, was an instructor at New Orleans’ Loyola University. Here’s how Percy remembers the event:
There was no getting out of it; only one hope remained—that I could read a few pages and that they would be bad enough for me, in good conscience, to read no farther. Usually I can do just that. Indeed the first paragraph often suffices. My only fear was that this one might not be bad enough, or might be just good enough, so that I would have to keep reading.
In this case I read on. And on. First with the sinking feeling that it was not bad enough to quit, then with a prickle of interest, then a growing excitement, and finally an incredulity: surely it was not possible that it was so good.
And it is so good. The characters and settings are quintessentially New Orleans, from Canal Street to Lucky Dogs to Lana Lee, who runs a French Quarter strip club. But it’s Ignatius who steals the show. A Chicago Sun-Times reviewer described him like this: “huge, obese, fractious, fastidious, a latter-day Gargantua, a Don Quixote of the French Quarter.” I highly suggest a quick read of A Confederacy of Dunces before your next trip to the Big Easy . . . and then you can roam the streets hoping to see the characters come to life. Happy reading and sweet dreams.
This post is part of the Blogging from A to Z Challenge. Please click here for a link to the challenge homepage and a list of the bloggers who are participating.
B is for Bouligny Tavern, an Uptown Magazine Street establishment where my humans like to enjoy a tasty glass of wine (or two) with some creative small plates. And, thanks to a cozy side courtyard, I get to join them on pretty evenings. Inside the century-old former residence is a comfortable lounge area–complete with a couch, upholstered chairs, and wood paneling that make you feel like you’re in your best friend’s swanky living room. (Or so they tell me. I’m a dog, so I’ve never been inside Bouligny.) Best of all, the bartenders spin actual vinyl records. How long has it been since you’ve heard that sound? The tavern is run by the same fine people who operate Lilette, one of the top-rated restaurants in New Orleans, just next door.
Bouligny Tavern is named for the Uptown New Orleans neighborhood that it calls home. When Louis Bouligny purchased a large area of plantation land in 1829, he asked Charles Zimple, an engineer and cartographer, to transform that land into a neighborhood. After Zimple laid out the streets, Pierre-Benjamin Buisson, who had served in Emperor Napoleon Bonaparte’s army, named those streets. Buisson chose names that would honor the French emperor and his important battles. So, as you stroll through the neighborhood that surrounds Bouligny Tavern, you’ll see streets with names like Marengo, Jena, and Milan. Napoleon Avenue divides East Bouligny from West Bouligny.
I hope that one day soon you’ll get to enjoy a glass of wine (or two) at Bouligny Tavern while listening to a little Miles Davis on the turntable. And I just might see you in the courtyard or strolling down the beautiful Bouligny streets in Uptown New Orleans. Cheers!
This post is part of the Blogging from A to Z Challenge. Please click here for a link to the challenge homepage and a list of the bloggers who are participating. The A to Z Challenge takes a break on Sundays, but I’ll be back on Monday to introduce you to the C stop on our New Orleans tour. I wonder what it will be?