1201 Royal St
New Orleans, LA 70195
December 29, 2011
The streetcar trip to and from Creole Creamery from our French Quarter hotel was much longer than I’d anticipated. It probably didn’t help that we were making the trips right around commute time. Fortunately, I’d planned ahead a bit and discovered that our po boy purveyor of the evening, Verti Marte, kept some crazy hours, but they would also deliver. I also knew it would be late and that I didn’t relish the thought of hauling all the way up there and eating outside in the dark. So, riding back on the streetcar, full of ice cream, I made that call.
They couldn’t have been more accommodating of a rookie. I’d had it in mind to order one of the specials that I’d neglected to read was available the day before. So, after some discussion, we settled on a Mushroom Mountain, an All That Jazz, and some fried shrimp to sate my daughter’s growing need for those. When you’re 14 month-old’s eyes light up at her first taste of something and busts out with a perfectly pronounced “shrimp” shortly thereafter, it’s clear that she’s found a favorite. I was happy to indulge her.
We planned the arrival at the hotel perfectly, as the delivery arrived in the lobby about five minutes after we did.
The All That Jazz is a bit of sandwich genius. If you read the description and think that cramming ham, turkey, shrimp, two kinds of cheese, grilled mushrooms and tomatoes, and their own house sauce onto French bread might make for a mess, you’d be right. The combination was a gut bomb of a satisfying sandwich, though, and one that I’d happily revisit. I love mushrooms, so I figured the Mushroom Mountain would appeal much more than it did. I don’t know if it suffered during the ride or if my expectations were too high, but the high cheese-to-mushroom ratio on our sandwich meant that, by the time it arrived in the hotel, it was basically a large block of cheese studded with mushrooms. Tasty for a bite or two, but that was all I could manage. The fried shrimp, on the other hand, couldn’t have been more perfect.
Usually having half our order not appeal to lead me to a less-than-stellar review, but on the strength of that All That Jazz and the fact that I could order from a streetcar returning to the hotel and have the food there waiting, full marks from me. Verti Marte is the perfect solution to that end-of-vacation moment when you are hungry but don’t want to move a muscle.