Monday, August 30, 2010
Looking for the log ride at Parrot Pete's
I think we were all surprised when we discovered Parrot Pete's Coffee & Sweets located inside a theme park resort...minus the theme park! This is my 49th cheat and I am down 68 pounds.
Still rubbing our eyes, we stumbled into Parrot Pete's only to be stunned anew by the proliferation of yet even more palm trees, all of which were adorned by several fake parrots, and iron chandeliers with clinging fake cockatoos. One of the many, many staff members told us to choose a seat anywhere in the sprawling restaurant. As this resort restaurant was obviously a great place for families with children, we attempted, in vain, to avoid the noise and selected a table in the back near a large marble fireplace sporting a painting of (what else?) parrots in palm trees over the mantle.
We accepted our loss gracefully, especially when our entrees suddenly poured out of the kitchen in a flurry. Casey and I both got "Lafitte's Pirogue", two delicious buttery biscuits topped with a large slices of spicy andouille sausage, two perfectly cooked, over-easy eggs and a slathering of Hollandaise sauce with dill and large crawfish tails. I have to admit that the restaurant's theme made me fear an overly-generic approach to poorly prepared food, but I was wrong. Everything was quite fresh and good, especially the flaky grilled biscuits! My only complaint would have to be a lack of seasoning on the crawfish tails which were obviously not from Louisiana.
Brandon went for a sweet breakfast with "Ain't Yo Mamma's Praline Pancakes" topped with candied pecans and an oh-so-sweet praline syrup. It was a hefty stack of five pancakes and I was impressed that Brandon made his way though half of it before throwing in his fork. He let me taste a bite of his leftovers and I thought they were quite delicious...fluffy pancakes with a buttery praline syrup could rarely go wrong in my eyes.
Since it was still raining steadily when we left, I was unable to get a lot of photos from the theme-park-lacking resort. So, we all piled into Brandon's car and headed back to their house on the edge of the bayou. (Remind me to tell you sometime about the "swamp-Sasquatch-monster" they spotted late one night running across Barataria Boulevard) Until then, I will keep my eyes out for the missing theme park on Manhattan Boulevard.
Written by Kim Ranjbar