The sneaker bug has hit me hard, which I apologize for, because it has temporarily crippled my food blogging habit. No worries though for I am returning in full force! 😀 Last Sunday, the boyfriend and I went to the Summer Sole Slam Manila at 1esplanade. After the event, we went to SM Mall of Asia (where else could we go?), scoured the mall for a new restaurant, and ended up at Murray’s New Orleans.
Well, we actually wanted to try Claw Daddy. Although we were willing to wait for a table, the waitress said they’ll just give us a seat at New Orleans (apparently they’re one and the same–almost) but let us order at Claw Daddy. Our Claw Daddy cravings vanished into oblivion since we ordered from the New Orleans menu anyway.
Ordering was such a frantic affair. The server who took care of us was really nice, but was obviously new. B’s first order was declined because the meat wasn’t available, I don’t know, but it was something close to that excuse. I also ordered Seafood Marinara pasta, but was asked if I’m okay with macaroni instead of linguine because the latter would take 30 minutes to prepare–I said yes, anyway. But not without saying, “are you serious?!” 😀
I think they just opened a week ago, which explains all the craziness on the dining floor and the kitchen. Our table afforded a peek of the kitchen. Inside, it was total bedlam. The order slips were piling up like crazy, but I was pleasantly surprise to see the chef (a young male chef at that) looking perfectly relaxed amid the barrage of follow-up orders and whatnot. I think I even caught him smiling.
Anyway, we had to wait a long time. I’m not sure if it took 30 minutes, but I think it’s close to that. Surprisingly, B and I were cool, calm and collected. We weren’t kicking our feet at frustration. I guess the waiter’s early warning that Claw Daddy and New Orleans are sharing one kitchen braced us for what was going to be a long dinner. 😀
It took a while as well before B’s Boston Clam Chowder arrived, but the presentation almost made up for it. 😛 It was very cheesy and creamy, but Fish & Co.’s version is still the winner in our hearts.
While I’m all about seafood, Babe is a bit more reserved when it comes to gorging them down. That however, did not stop him from wheedling me into ordering Oyster Rockefeller. It was such a delight to see this plate, which had six big oysters swimming in mouth-watering grilled cheese.
I happily ate the first oyster and was happy to report to the boyfriend that he would enjoy this because the cheese overpowered the oyster flavor so much you won’t even recognize it the slightest bit. The boyfriend was worried about how the oyster (again, not a big seafood fan) would taste like, but he went for one piece and admitted that it was really good. 😀
Now here’s my Seafood Marinara. Remember how they asked if I’m okay with macaroni instead of linguine? Turns out they CAN serve linguine anyway. Err. I wonder what’s up with that. Setting that minor what-the-hell mishap, I was completely floored by how flavorful this dish was. Unlike other Seafood Marinaras that I’ve had, which only had its tartness as its selling point, this one had an amazing flavor profile that surprised me.
It was also surprising smokey, which I then figured is because they drizzled wee too much black pepper. Another thing to love is the mountain of seafood–squid, shrimp, mussels and clams piled up on top of this pasta dish. It was a seafood revelry of some sort–just amazing. 😀
Here’s the boyfriend’s dish, Porx’s Pork Belly, which won me over because of its lovely presentation. I asked the boyfriend how he liked this and he simply said, “Parang liempo lang.” The pork’s cut so thinly too, which is quite disappointing. So that’s that. 😀
Besides the frantic service–a thing I will happily let slip because they just opened–there’s nothing else I hate about New Orleans. In fact, I can’t wait to go back and explore their menu more. By then, I hope they’ve ironed out their service flaws.