I ate breakfast at Brennan’s with my precious Dad, the one weekend we were in NO, the weekend I told him I was going to get married. I hadn’t told him yet at Brennan’s, so he was still able to enjoy that meal. LOL. And yes, bananas foster en flamme for dessert.
When we walked in the door, I was surprised to see my favorite painting from second grade actually (I loved it from a pirate book) hanging there. It’s a romantic painting showing the foreground the deck of a ship with a distress flag flying, and some pirates semi disguised in women’s clothing waving to an arriving innocent ship in the distance. Hidden behind the deck railings are their guns and knives. It tells as much of a story as a video would, but it’s one frozen moment in time.
Nice story, Yaelle. I don’t remember the picture, unfortunately. I used to go there every year with my husband until the recession (depression) hit. Great town, great restaurants. One bad memory? In November, 2001, we went to Commander’s Place, had a great dinner, served by a waiter whose name was...Jihad.