I need a NOLA detox.

Not from the booze. From the food. My god, the food.

Veal oscar, beignets, da-bris po boy, oysters, muffaletta, and pretty much the entire menu at Cochon (which included mac & cheese, hat tip to Steph).

It’s pretty bad when you can’t get drunk in New Orleans because of the sheer amount of food you put in your mouth.