Alan Richman – one Yankee over easy
If you haven’t read Alan Richman’s article in GQ about New Orleans and our cuisine, then maybe you should, simply so you can laugh in the face of the pompous man who wrote it.
Here is an excerpt:
New Orleans has always been about food and music, with parades added to the mix. (In the North, where I come from, we like to think we’re about jobs and education, with sports thrown in.)
Puhlease – over the last two weeks, I was in Boston once and New York twice, dining out, having cocktails, attending parties, and I came away with not one standout award for food or cocktails. Reading Richman’s comments, you’d think that New Orleans is a bastion of ne’erdewell chefs cooking for a pedestrian audience. What? He gets it right on John Besh, the best chef in this city, and Jacques-Imo’s being the most over-rated restaurant in town, but he puts a crushing spin on everything that is tradition here.
His overarching smugness that he matters somehow in the scheme of New Orleans, that his take on Spicer’s Bayona or the “other” Liuzza’s carries any weight at all, is laughable.
Alan Richman, really honey, such poor form coming from the descendant of carpet baggers – darling, no one cares what you think. Now you stay up there in the freezing cold and eat your Yankee beans and don’t come ’round here no more.