Gin and cupcakes—what more does a girl need?
Well, this girl also needed a short rib sloppy joe with fried onions. After eating all day at Jazz Fest, I thought I was being conservative by ordering a sandwich instead of an entree. I even threw in a side of cheese grits, just in case (Just in case a short rib sloppy joe couldn’t sustain me). When the bad boy came out it was bigger than my head—and bigger than everyone else’s meals. And because I’m so embarrassed I have no photographic evidence what so ever. Sorry!
John Besh’s new American Sector restaurant was nice. Secretive, peaceful back patio, great cocktail list (I had the Jezebel—Hendricks Gin, cucumber, mint, and ginger beer), lick-your-plate-clean comfort food, and fancy cupcakes. God bless Molly H’s dad, who proclaimed “we’ll have one of each!” Soul mates, I tell you. Clockwise from front: Strawberry shortcake (my fave), Meyer lemon with coconut meringue, chocolate with sugar cane icing and candied bacon, red velvet with cream cheese frosting, and devil’s food with Nutella. Um, yeah.
