Friday, August 2, 2013. Fausto's Thrills.

Written by Tom Fitzmorris August 07, 2013 22:17 in

Dining Diary

Friday, August 2, 2013.
Fausto's Thrills.

What happened that I can't seem to find a spare half-hour to take a walk? I seem to have slipped back into my old habit of working all morning until I leave for the South Shore in a panic, without a moment of exercise.

The Marys called me after the radio show, motivated by hunger. Fausto's? I suggested. Mary Ann I knew would go for that idea. Fausto and Rolando are clients of hers, which puts them on her A list. I like the place myself.

Escargots.

I started with an order of about a dozen escargots in a sauce made not only from garlic but other savory vegetables and a bit of tomato, too. Excellent, even though it wasn't conventional.

The specials list was jammed with dishes yelling to be ordered. I had to throw the question to the server. The soft shell crab with this or that kind of pasta? Or the parmesan-crusted fish with crabmeat and spinach?

"The fish, absolutely," she said, not missing a beat.

Parmesan crusted fish.

That proved to be the best bit of advice I've had from a server in a long time. It started with a titanic (the only size they ever serve here) fillet of drum, all but afloat in a butter sauce with too many herbs to describe and a bottom layer of spinach. Crabmeat over the top. I usually concur with the Italian dislike of combining seafood and cheese, but here was the exception that proves the rule. The flavors were so complementary--the cheese sharpened the fish to a fine edge--that before I was finished eating, I was already looking forward to the next time I could have this again.

Lasagna.

Spaghetti and meatballs.

The Marys, as is their wont, were playing their appetites right up the middle. Lasagna. Spaghetti and meatballs. You'd think they'd never been in a good restaurant before.

Well, to hell with them. I was having a great dinner with my snails, my cheesy fish, my Pinot Grigio, and my spumone. I'm proud that I got out of here without eating any pasta at all. I love it, but to quote an opera singer I can't recall, pasta is a moment on your lips, a lifetime on your hips.


Fausto's.
Metairie: 530 Veterans Blvd. 504-833-7121.

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