where y'eat

Hubig’s Pies and Dixie Beer, together again at last?

No, I’m not talking about a sweet and sudsy flavor pairing. Instead, the two old New Orleans brands, Hubig’s and Dixie, have both been in the news lately, each on different parts of their own return. What unites them is an everyman appeal tied to place, particularly this one.

There’s a bakery boom underway across New Orleans, as more small, independent bakeries open around town. That’s a story that playing out across the country too, all in synch with the trends of artisan, handmade food. But in New Orleans, the story of the bakery revival has a twist – or maybe a braid, shot through with cinnamon and decorated in purple, green and gold.

Here’s one thing you can rely on in New Orleans: The result of a Saints game sways the mood of this town. Here’s another: On Monday, people are eating red beans and rice. This Saints season, I decided to join the two together.

Children, they’re precious. They’re worth everything we do for them. They are the future. But let’s face it, sometimes children are aggravating, especially when they’re at a restaurant where you just want to unwind and they’re just revving up.

New Orleans is famous for restaurants. But if you really want to understand New Orleans food culture, there’s no better place than around the home table. This is where the bigger picture of the New Orleans food obsession unfurls.

Halloween comes down to one word: candy. And making Halloween matter comes down to you.

The news was hard for some to believe. Tujague’s Restaurant, the second-oldest restaurant in New Orleans, will relocate. But it is happening, and when the move is complete the question may be, do people still believe in Tujague’s?

Where y’eat? How about where y’eatin’ next? That’s no small question, not in New Orleans, where new restaurants keep coming and our connection to old favorites endure.

In my job chasing the New Orleans restaurant scene I try to keep up with it all, so today I’m offering a quick round up of what’s been on my mind and in my notebook.

In ancient times, heroes spent the afterlife in Elysian Fields. Here in New Orleans, Elysian Fields Avenue is the connection for a heroic hot sausage po-boy that lives on.

Sometimes, Louisiana culture seems to run countercyclical to mainstream America. So it goes that, with Labor Day well behind us and with others putting away outdoor summertime pleasures like so many pool toys, people here are wheeling out their grills, filling up the propane tanks and wiping down their heirloom cast iron.

The reason isn’t the calendar, and it really isn’t even the temperature. It’s football.