One of the traditions in New Orleans is what is called a Reveillon Dinner. It is defined as a long dinner with several courses the nights before Christmas Day and New Years. Since this was the most of what we found available, we jumped at the chance to experience another New Orleans tradition. We found reservations early in the evening at the Columns Hotel, previously mentioned in a post.
The dinner was amazing! Four courses: your choice of soup, salad, entree and dessert - all topped off with a champagne toast. We each made sure to get something different, and loved every bite. We will definitely consider this for next year.
Caryn standing in front of the Columns hotel - just a short walk away from the house!
Matt's choice - the Oyster Stew. Caryn even tried it - and liked it!
Caryn's choice - the Duck Gumbo.
Enjoying a nice evening together.
Matt's choice - Beets, frisee, and bleu cheese salad. Bed of crisp garden frisee with diced beets, bleu cheese, and molasses vinaigrette.
Caryn's choice - Columns House Special. Fresh organic mixed greens, with shaved red onion, goat cheese and balsamic vinaigrette. If it says "goat cheese", there's a strong chance Caryn is ordering it.
Matt's choice - Filet Oscar. 6oz grill filet with celery root, sweet potato and Yukon gold potato pave, topped with crabmeat and béarnaise sauce.
Caryn's choice - Veal Osso buco. Served with roasted garlic mashed potato.
Matt's choice - Chocolate ganache tart. Topped with a raspberry reduction. (We clearly couldn't wait once the desserts got to the table. We dove right in and completely forgot about pictures!)
Ginger Crème Brulee
Merry Christmas y'all!
After dinner, we decided to let each other open one gift, including Amos. There's no picture, but he opened up a squeak toy that he immediately took into the back of the house, where all we could hear for the next 30 minutes were constant squeaks. Somebody was excited!
Matt got a couple of books - Amazing Athletes and Cowboys Essential. Perfect for him!
Nothing like a pair of crazy comfy socks on a cold night.
We can finally throw away the Saints welcome mat that was at our door upon move-in. Thank you, Powells.. err.. umm.. I mean Santa.
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