“Pure Silk” at the Whiskey Blue

The only time I ever recall visiting the Whiskey Blue, I was short on funds and decided the best way to appreciate my circumstances was to blow credit I couldn’t repay on some expensive cocktails.  Shalom and I wandered into the hotel bar wearing jeans and flip-flops, plopped down onto the stools and ordered a couple of Mojitos…that turned into four.  I remember that later that night, we roamed around the city trying to find one it’s equal and although there were some runner-ups, we still craved the fresh, crisp flavor of first one we had at the Whiskey Blue.

Yep.  It was that good.

When I returned to the Whiskey Blue a few days ago, I have to admit I was tempted to get a Mojito and relive old memories through a couple of sips.  But, I decided to live in the now and ask the bartender for a special.  If you ever meet her, I’d advise you go with Ashley’s suggestions. This time, she recommended a drink from the bar’s menu dubbed Pure Silk.

Showing her local colors, Ashley will tell you she was raised in Destrehan and attended Archbishop Chapelle High School in Metairie while effortlessly composing the perfect mixed drink served with a little flair and a lot of love.  After one sip I deemed this cocktail my new replacement for the Mimosa. 

Pure Silk is an ethereal synthesis of St. Germain Elderflower liqueur, Belvedere Vodka, basil and grapefruit juice.  I loved the distinct herbal, honeyed nose from the Elderflower liqueur merging delicately with the pungent aroma of freshly muddled basil.  Tangy, freshly-squeezed grapefruit juice adds the needed element to lift all the flavors together into a light, refreshing cocktail…perfect for summer mornings in the Crescent City.

As I sipped the end of my cocktail, I was thinking about all the things I had to get done that afternoon, all of the chores in front of me.  I was in the midst of getting my things together when Ashley smiled brightly at me and asked if I would like anything else.

I just wish Shalom was there with me when I drank that incredibly perfect Mojito…

What’s in a name? Panchita’s Mexican Criolla Cuisine

Although disappointed by the disappearance of Big Shirley’s on Carrollton Avenue, I have to admit when a new Mexican restaurant took it’s place, I was intrigued. You really can’t miss this new addition with a building painted a bright pink-orange color and large, white letters exclaiming Panchita’s Mexican Criolla Cuisine.  I was amazed at the use of the word “panchita” considering, in California, I had mostly heard that particular term used derogatorily.  Additionally, I had never seen “Criolla“.  I thought perhaps it was a way of saying “Creole” in Spanish, but upon further investigation, I discovered that “Criolla” is a term applied to a specific cuisine born in Puerto Rico heavy with Spanish, Caribbean and African influences.

Though I have enjoyed plenty of traditional Mexican food, I have had yet to try Puerto Rican cuisine and was excited by the prospect.  On Thursday night, John and I decided to visit Panchita’s (1434 S. Carrollton Avenue) for my 32nd cheat.  I am down 57 pounds.

As anyone living in New Orleans right now can understand, traveling on Carrollton Avenue these days can be a serious pain in the butt.  It’s not that I don’t appreciate the sudden effort to improve our roads and sidewalks, but did they have to do it all at the same time?  Folks living off Carrollton are certainly not the only ones suffering from crazy traffic delays, excessive concrete dust in the air and improvised obstacle courses…but sometimes it certainly feels that way.  At any rate, through patience and perseverance, John and I managed to find our way to Panchita’s, sandwiched between the Basil Leaf and GNO Cyclery on Carrollton Avenue.

When we stepped inside, the first thing I noticed was the oddly shaped chairs.  “My behind fits perfectly in this chair!” I exclaimed to John as we sat down.  We both laughed but agreed, they were among the most comfortable wooden chairs we’d ever sat on. Our server came straight away to bring us a basket of tortilla chips and four different types of sauces before handing us menus and taking our drink order.  We looked over the menu while munching on the fresh, crispy tortilla chips and sampling the sauces.

Of the four sauces I only recognized one, a spicy green chile salsa.  The others were unfamiliar to me but all of them were delicious and ranging from mild to very hot on the Scoville scale.  The spiciest sauce turned out to be a creamy chipotle sauce, full of flavor and most certainly fire. The menu was sort of a mixed bag of items, which included dishes that would serve for any meal of the day; breakfast, lunch or dinner.  All of the prices seemed more than reasonable and John and I were easily able to come to a decision.  I selected the Enchiladas de Mole and John chose the Entomatadas.

Before we managed to demolish the entire basket of tortilla chips, our entrees came out on brightly decorated plastic plates.  My enchiladas contained shredded chicken seasoned and then wrapped in fresh corn tortillas and smothered in a delicious Mole sauce.  The dish was also served with rice and refried beans.  The sauce was very flavorful, rich and dark and I was easily able to detect the signature chocolate and cinnamon flavors common to most moles I have tried.  At first glance at the plate, I was afraid it wouldn’t be enough food, but by the time I finished, I was quite full.

John’s Entomatadas were still crispy and warm from frying and the tomato sauce it was soaked in was light, but really flavorful with garlic, onion and a hint of jalapeno.  This particular dish could be served with fried eggs or steak and John had opted for the steak.  There were only two small strips, but the meat was so moist and delicious, it tasted like it had been marinated quite some time before grilling.  John was equally surprised when he found himself full when he finished his plate.  We figured our diet is definitely working since it has been taking a lot less food to sate us.  But you know me, I still wanted dessert!

Panchita’s offered basic Mexican desserts like flan, but they also touted a “Mexican Fruit Snoball” which featured a selection of fresh fruits like mango, tamarind, melon and watermelon.  Unfortunately, the server informed me that they only had a Tres Leches Cake and Flan Napolitano available that night, so we chose the Tres Leches.  If you’ve read my cheat blog on Mayas, you’ll know that Tres Leches cakes are thick butter cakes soaked in three different kind of milk; condensed milk, evaporated milk and heavy cream.  Although the cake at Panchita’s was lighter and more porous than what I am used to, it was still quite delectable.

Because our meal was so tasty and so very affordable, I couldn’t help but change my negative connotations for the word “panchita.”  Now when I think of it, Panchita’s will mean a savory sneak peak into the world of Puerto Rican cuisine…it’s all about perspective after all!