by Kevin Allman
But let's focus on that No. 1, shall we?
If you’re going to keep up with the nonstop party in the Crescent City, you’ll need a full stomach. New Orleans won the survey for neighborhood cafes, and came in No. 2 for its zesty ethnic fare. The post-Katrina rebuilding has extended deep into its restaurant scene, with chefs updating classic Creole cuisine at spots such as Meson 923 in the up-and-coming Warehouse District, and Sylvain in the French Quarter. While you’re waiting for a table, you can engage in one of the town’s great sports: people-watching.
Good for T+L, and the designation speaks to a larger point: if you have consistently bad meals in New Orleans, you're consistently going to the wrong places. The next time I see a national article bemoaning "Everything's fried" or "It's like hotel food, circa 1962," I won't bother to send the writer to Lilette or Herbsaint or The Company Burger; I'll just point them to this blurb. After all, if I found myself eating "hotel food, circa 1962" in New York or San Francisco, I wouldn't conclude the city's kitchens all suck — I'd conclude my restaurant-finding compass was out of whack.