RE: Mosca's. Today's restaurant of the day.
I still remember salivating Pavlovianly when I first read the description of Mosca's in Richard H. Collin's book, "The New Orleans Underground Gourmet." -- All subsequent reviews I have read in various tomes and articles have continued to slather the joint with lavish, slavish praise... and, apparently, deservedly so.
On my one trip to New Orleans (well, almost two... going and coming), I never made it out there. The tip I received was to go on a Wednesday or Thursday about 5:00 or 5:15: "You'll get right in," a local told me.
The place is actually in Waggaman, Louisiana... an outpost without post office, seemingly halfway from New Orleans into Terrebonne Parish ("Aren't we almost to Jeanerette by now?" first-timers would be inclined to mumble.). Ten million critters and crawdads sing their songs in the grass at the edge of the parking lot.
This is one restaurant review addition I was massively glad to see. I can only hope that I manage to make it there while I am mortal. Sigh. All the butter and garlic in the world. Double sigh.
Appetight-And-Out-Of-Sightly, Ort. Carlton in Pale-By-Comparison Athens, Georgia.