Our parents brought my sister and I to Court of the Two Sisters in New Orleans when I was 12 and my sister 9. I wanted to revisit it to see if I remembered anything about this testament to elegant New Orleans' food and jazz, so I dragged Calicia and Heidi with me down Memory Lane to its signature repast, Court of the Two Sisters' "Jazz Brunch."
Every traditional New Orleans food under the sun ... we didn't eat again until the following day!
Indoors, in case of rain.
It didn't rain!
When you're a self-absorbed 12 year old, with raging hormones, starting to grow boobs, losing baby fat, wanting to be anywhere but with your parents ... I didn't remember too much about Court of the Two Sisters. Memories rekindled now, I'm learning to appreciate the fine art of aging. Honest! I AM!
