Nov 5

Nov 5 Mother's Restaurant: My Family Tradition

"Do you want eggs?" My mom or dad would ask me. We've had family breakfast every Sunday for as long as I can remember. It's a tradition. So, whenever we travel as a family, we seek out a place where we can do the same. That's how I first discovered Mother's Restaurant. There's no shortage of places in New Orleans to commune with family over a plate of crispy bacon and scrambled eggs. But the first time I saw Mother's, there was a line half-way down the block. I figured any place that has a crowd of hungry people willingly waiting to get in the door was a place I wanted to be.

My gamble paid off. As soon as we walked in, my senses were alight with the sights, smells, and sounds of home cooking. The restaurant staff was like a well-oiled machine; moving us through the line in the blink of an eye. When our order arrived, we had a veritable cornucopia - pancakes, scrambled eggs, sausage, grits, omelets, biscuits. I took the first bite of my crawfish étouffée omelet, and when the savory combination of the étouffée and the eggs hit my mouth, I was in heaven. As we sat around the table laughing and talking (all as full as ticks), we knew that we had cemented a new family tradition.