Tuesday, January 8, 2013
We walked around the French Quarter and through the French Market. My friend Hatcher and I walked through the stalls without stopping while the ladies in our group got caught up looking at souvenirs. I looked at him. "It's almost noon and I'm not drunk yet," I said. We went to Molly's at the Market for our first drink. ("Oh my God," one of my friends exclaimed. "There are people smoking in this bar." It was her first time in New Orleans.)
A couple of hours later we all found ourselves at Silky O'Sullivan's. I'd been to the Memphis location but never this one in the Crescent City. One of the group - I do not remember who - pointed out the "BBQ Nachos": tortilla chips smothered with cheese and barbecue sauce and piled high with pulled pork.
I'd never considered such a thing, but we tried them and they were fantastic, one of the best things I have ever eaten, though I admit that circumstance probably influences my memory more than a little here. I've made half-hearted attempts at pulled pork nachos in the years since. Usually I have cheated, e.g. bought pork from barbecue restaurants and assembled the nachos.
(One year for March Madness my friends Bryce and Amy had a bunch of people over and pulled pork nachos were requested; they asked me how much pork they should pick up from Zeke's for me to make the nachos for the party. I said two pounds. In my memory they bought 12 pounds, though it was probably only about three or four. Regardless, there was enough for me to create a massive, double-layer pan of pulled pork nachos, to which I added a diamondback pattern of two different kinds of barbecue sauces. It was one of the prettiest things I have ever created and I wish I had a photo.)
And though the nachos have always been loved, they have never lived up to that first platter in New Orleans, in my opinion.
But last night was the final night of the college football season, the championship game, and I wanted to make one last batch of good gameday food. I didn't make any pulled pork nachos over the autumn for the Football Eats and I would not have considered it last night if not for one thing: one of my Christmas presents from Elizabeth.
Posted by JustinM at 10:16 AM