Or because we don't have Cajuns here and no one ever knew (or cared to know) how to grill a catfish fillet to a sweet and piquant finale, or how to steam a mean plate of crawfish. Perhaps it's because we have New World, our own brand of fusion cookery. But in spite of regional similarities that are impossible to overlook, Miami has never embraced the food that makes New Orleans a hot ticket on the national dining scene. ![]() Sexy, spicy Cajun and Creole fare, the real passionate thing. So maybe all I've been missing is the food. And yes, we have hurricanes that can blow your mind - away. We have tugboats on a river afloat with dead manatees and enough foreign languages to support a Berlitz school on every corner. We have skin-wringing humidity, thunder and lightning, pretty (old) buildings. New Orleans is starting to sound a lot like Miami, where I do live. And over it all, the smell of hurricanes A a potent rum-based fruit punch - practically drifting from the bars and clubs lining the streets. Dialects and accents blending as if in a Cuisinart switched on high. Tugboats guiding cargo ships up and down the muddy river. Distinctive architecture housing distinctive modern-art galleries. ![]() Moist breezes blowing into sudden summer pyrotechnics. ![]() I'm homesick for New Orleans, though I've never actually lived there.
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