After checking into our hotel, we Roadies made The Acme Oyster House our first stop in New Orleans. Even the rain couldn't dampen our spirits as we enjoyed walking Bourbon Street. There was a waiting line at the door for a table. Seeing this on a weeknight and in the rain, that told me we came to the right place.
Neon lit signs lined the walls and the manager told me the story behind two that caught my eye. One said, “Waitress Available Sometimes” and the second, “Self Service in Rear”. Way back in Acme Oyster House history, waitresses weren't always available. If they weren't, the customers were expected to help themselves in the back of the building.
We were seated at a small table near the bar where I could watch the activity. Everyone was moving at a brisk pace. People were seated, fed, and served at lightening speed. We ordered raw oysters and got a second plate of char grilled oysters. Char grilled oysters are a new specialty to New Orleans and we couldn't get enough of them. I come from Massachusetts and I'm no stranger to seafood, but these oysters stood out. They were at least twice as big as the oysters I'm used to and more flavorful. Oysters from the delta area between the end of the Mississippi River and the Gulf of Mexico are a breed apart.
The Roadies wanted to try everything The Acme Oyster House had to offer, so I ordered the New Orleans Medley, which is a mix of jambalaya, gumbo and other signature dishes. Sheila ordered the fried platter with friend fish, shrimp, and oysters. Our original idea was to share the dishes amongst ourselves. That lasted until I took my first bite of gumbo. Sheila ate a fried oyster and we both hugged our plates to our bodies. We should probably go back to preschool to learn how to share, but even crabby old Mrs. Cooke couldn't blame me for not sharing my food.
Jambalaya, red beans and rice, and the gumbo was so good I didn't want to miss a bite. As I told the manager, the gumbo was Gumbo. Real gumbo. Not some knock off, wannabe gumbo. If I am going to tell anyone where to get true gumbo the way it's supposed to taste, I'm sending them here.
I ate long past the point that my body was telling me I was full. When I stood up from the table, it was with a groan and a stomach so full it hurt to breathe.
The Acme Oyster House welcomed The Roadies to New Orleans in style. Who needs a red carpet thrown out with that sort of welcome mat?
For more information on the Acme Oyster House visit www.acmeoyster.com.