Café Fleur De Lis, New Orleans, LA USA

Ordered at the Cafe Fleur-De-Lis in the French Quarter of New Orleans Louisiana.

“Thank god Josh sent me in the wrong direction,” I thought, clutching my new pair of shorts as I headed to the chosen brunch spot. Packing in haste had left me with only pants – not the best outerwear for Jazz Fest, and walking around New Orleans I was already sweating even before we made it to the fairgrounds. Poor directions and Urban Outfitters to the rescue!

Feeling good about being comfortable in today’s heat, I meandered through the French Quarter looking for “Flir Deli” on “Charles Street.” It took me too long to realize my – or should I blame Josh’s – poor spelling had lead my in circles on Google Maps.

“Just text me the name, PLEASE,” I asked Josh trying to find Charles Street.

What came back cleared up everything: Café Fleur De Lis on Chartres Street. 2 minutes later I was sitting at a table, bloody marry in hand “because we had to order one for everyone” I was told. Nothing wrong with that!

Café Fleur De Lis had a fun, New Orleans meets American Diner atmosphere. Great street appeal. I was excited to order brunch. And you can bet when I saw the “Fleur-De-Lis Club” on the menu there was only one thing on my mind.

We started ordering and Roshy made the mistake of stopping everyone and asking if we should order pancakes for the table – the waiter was not impressed.

“I’ll be back when you guys are ready,” he said in a huff as he walked off to be busy somewhere else.

Ok, that was different. New Orleans Hospitality? Wasn’t the Southern Hospitality I had experienced elsewhere. Heated discussion engulfed our table.

And finally he came back. We ordered. And I waited for my club.

The Fleur-De-Lis Club was not as sexy as the French name made it sound. Plopped on my plate and garnished with hash browns, this club could have at least used a toothpick to keep it together. Cut in half, I couldn’t imagine what this sandwich would look like quartered. But before it came, that’s all I could imagine ordering a club in the French quarter. Was the Fleur-De-Lis Club Sandwich lost?

Thinly sliced ham on the bottom with an equal amount of turkey on the top, bacon sandwiched in-between, this was a meat heavy club. One tomato, a piece of lettuce, and lots of shredded taco-style cheddar cheese, I was confused what made this a signature, self-branded Club Sandwich. The extra provolone didn’t really contribute. I couldn’t really taste any Fleur De Lis in this club; there wasn’t much New Orleans or European Kingly taste or style. It was lacking Fluer-De-Lis by my (and Wikipedia’s) definition. It was also lacking in delicious taste. This was an OK club, but yet again, in a city PACKED with incredible food, this Club Sandwich had left me slightly disappointed.

I was glad Roshy had ordered those pancakes. And someone had gotten me a bloody marry. Hey, at least I’d have lots of room for food at the fairgrounds! This would be my last Club Sandwich in New Orleans unless I stumbled upon a uniquely local creation… I kept my eyes open, but not my stomach.

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