We started out with some gator and hurricanes. I didn’t really want a sweet weak drink, but I tasted a friend’s, and it was pretty good. As it turns out, chasin tails serves a very strong hurricane. Everything else is great at chasin tails, so I’m not sure why I doubted the hurricane other than most restaurants don’t typically serve a drink that strong.
I’ve been to chasin tails a few times before. I’ve always gotten the same thing. Bayou in a bag with crawfish (flown in live, not frozen), oh dang sauce (formerly called whole shebang), n’awlins hot, with extra andouille. I had a few of the wife’s shrimp which were also good, but no crawfish. I was there last night, am currently a little hungover, and the pictures are still getting me hungry.
We had a couple of rounds and things got a little blurry both figuratively and apparently literally. My dad has a great bourbon st. story about getting hammered off hurricanes, wandering into a line for the preservation hall jazz band, and conversing with a strip club doorman. Ask him about it sometime.
Chasin Tails is a great time, and on Marti Gras, it was awesome. Beware of the hurricanes. Especially when preceded by sazeracs and followed by abita.
***Update: Looks like a friend of the blog also had a good time at chasin tails:This entry was posted in Brown Sauce, FCC, Food by rsiv with no comments yet