A lunch date with Nola Chic at Cafe Degas

I treated myself to a solo lunch after a stressful morning meeting at one of my favorite restaurants in the city.

Cafe Degas is located at 3127 Esplanade Ave, New Orleans.

Cafe Degas is a ovely cozy, romantic tree house feel for a french restaurant. An actual tree runs thru it, which is pretty cool. You have the option to sit outside on the small patio area. It’s beautiful in and outside, so there’s no bad seating.

Today I was pleasantly surrounded by the pri Cafe Degas – $18 prix fixe lunch Wed and Thurs $5 Mimosas

I never had a bad meal here, delicous French inspired food. I tried escargot once and actually loved it until I told my family I ate it and they made me picture the damn snail…

Wait staff attentive and helpful, food was up quick.

I highly recommend Cafe Degas, it’s a local favorite, well mine’s anyway lol

Crab Bisque

Fried Oyster Salad
Creme Brule

Native of New Orleans, who endured 20yrs cruel Minnesota Cold, I decided at 42yrs old it was time to pack up my then 6yr old and come back to my roots. I am all things that would challenge the belief of growing up in New Orleans. I was a 16yr old teen mother of a preterm 2lb baby girl born with a disability. With the help of my mother who had her own struggles. We survived the obstacles laid before us. I'm the proud mother of three children with two failed adoptions, as well as a grandmother of three, two grandsons and a granddaughter. I survived two abusive marriages. I successfully ran a soulfood restaurant and catering company in Minnesota for 12 years. I started creating custom cakes after the murder of my beloved cousin Melvin Paul.  He survived Katrina only to go to Minneapolis six months later to be murdered over a parking spot dispute.  I put my all into my cake business over the years as House of Cakes was started right out of my house in honor of him. I thought by having the big house on the hill, a husband, having a family, foster/adoptive mother at that, being involved in all things that matter, plus having the funds to match would cure me in a sense; but most of it poisoned my heart and soul. I had a broken heart and I felt deep down the only way to repair it was to get back to my roots, my soul, my home,  myself, my New Orleans. I'm here and I'm loving it. Even being in the so called Blighted Area of New Orleans and not having all the financial and material security, I'm happy. I am determined that She, yes New Orleans is a woman is just like me; together we will overcome and will rise from all that tried to kill our spirit. Nothing like starting from the bottom and making your way back up! I'm down in the boot, but I know I have a nice floppy hat awaiting my destiny...

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