I have mixed feelings about Social Media. Sometimes it’s too much information literally and figuratively. Sometimes it’s too much misinformation. But sometimes, the information is just right. And when it leads to you to a great street festival it’s down right perfect.
And April 7 was a perfect day for the Freret Street Festival.
The Fry Bar set the trap for us to attend. When they posted they were going to be at the Festival, I knew were we would be that Saturday.
Considering that this is a street festival, parking was surprisingly easy on Napoleon. Once we got to Freret, we started the walk towards Fry Bar. We were starving and the art booths could wait. Cristina ordered the garlic and feta fries while I went with the garlic and sea salt fries. We both loved the roasted red pepper ketchup that went with them, the perfect dip (though they are so delicious, they don’t necessarily need it!). Now, to understand how great of compliment that is, you must understand that I hate ketchup. Normally, I feel that if you need to put ketchup on something to make it taste better, then it really doesn’t taste good enough to eat. This ketchup and the cinnamon-tinged ketchup at Cowbell are the only two versions of that tomato sauce you will probably ever see on my plate.
Now we needed some protein. Being a sucker for alligator, I got a grilled sausage poboy from one of the booths. Cristina fared better with her choice of a BBQ Roast Beef poboy from Boo Koo BBQ. I was lucky in that she was willing to share. The roast beef, slow cooked and super tender, was covered in one of the best BBQ sauces I’ve ever had. Now that Boo Koo operates out of Finn McCool’s, I foresee us writing more reports of their food in the future. For dessert, Cristina enjoyed a birthday cupcake from Sweet NOLA Cupcakes.
The rest of the day we spent looking at the art in the booths. Most of the ones we really liked were a little out of price range. I didn’t run across any of the cutting boards I’ve been looking for. However, Cristina did find one piece of art from Voodoo Skull New Orleans that she felt needed to be in our house.
I couldn’t agree more.
- Freakin Out on Freret Street in New Orleans (notesonneworleans.net)