Some twenty years ago I took my first and only trip to New Orleans. I wish I could say I was there with a lover or a friend, but instead it was purely a business trip. It was in May, and it was hot and muggy. We were hungry wandering the streets of New Orleans. After a couple cocktails to cool down, and a couple turns down some side streets, we found it. The smell of spice and sticky nights was drawing us into the darkened dinning room. I had no idea of what to expect; but, what was put in front of me was memorable and unforgotten. Until now …..
Recipe: Chicken Etouffee
She cooks. He devours. Culinary capers in an urban kitchen in West Oakland. Other half of Chez Us can be found @laudalino on Twitter. 
perfect lunch