Friday, August 6, 2010
A scrumptious Cure
Seeking to prevent our thirst and to sample some tasty nosh, Anne and I headed over to Cure on the corner of Freret and Upperline several nights ago, already a little buzzed and excited about what we've heard about the swanky corridor cocktail bar. Dressed totally inappropriately for the occasion, we sauntered into the hyper-urban atmosphere and plopped down in one of the booths. Sitting there, it almost felt as if I was in another city, everything was very clean and cold. The atmosphere was sexy, dramatic and romantic; a darkened loft with drop lights over the bar and a glittering selection of bottles, back-lit and reaching all the way to the ceiling. There were silhouetted couples dotted against the long bar in front of our booth. It was obviously perfect spot for a date.
A man who looked like Buddy Holly took our drink order while we browsed the small plates. It took a leisurely amount of time for the drinks to come out, but I couldn't conceal my shock when they arrived. My "Union Jack Rose" featuring Tanqueray, Laird's Bonded Apple Brandy and Applejack was undoubtedly fantastic, I only wish there were more of it for $10. Anne's "Rose Hinted Glass" with Lady VSOP Cognac, fennel tea and rose water was equally wonderful, but again...4 oz for $9?
We also enjoyed Duck and Sweet Potato Hash topped with a Vermouth-poached egg. When broken, the creamy yolk combined with the hash and I just about died. Anne was concerned about this particular dish, not being a fan of sweet potato, but I noticed she didn't have any difficulties devouring her half.
The heat enveloped us once again as we stepped outside and I felt like I was in New Orleans again. Taking a break and leaning against the wall was a young man in a chef's jacket smoking a cigarette. I simply had to shake his hand. The wonderful dishes we enjoyed (and the ones we didn't) were more than enough reason for a return visit.
Next time though, I might just drink an Abita.
Written by Kim Ranjbar