Top Ten Drunk Foods and One Several Glaring Omission!

For God’s sake, Whataburger. Yeah, I know it is regional, but nothing says 2:15 a.m. and wasted better than a big juicy Whataburger – it’s the onions.

Second to that anything at IHOP, or here in Houston, House of Pies.

Jack in the Box Tacos!  OMG.  The fried taco with american cheese and wilted lettuce in it.  Drunken perfection.

Way back in time, in Ohio, it was White Castle.

Totally agree with Kowboy. Jen, I shudder when I remember my trailer park youth eating that cheeseburger hamburger helper once/week.

I’ll also add a delicacy we have in So Cal that most of you haven’t had the pleasure of enjoying. That is the wonderful chili cheeseburger from Tommy’s. It was our mainstay after a drunken night of 80’s dancing and chasing tail. One night my lil brother ate 6 of them. Good times.

Ah hell, in New Orleans it’s a whole different ballgame. When I was drunk in college, I always ended up in this oyster bar (always too drunk to remember the name – Desire, maybe?) where I always met the most interetsing people. I met a Penthouse photographer once – no really – it wasn’t a come on. He had a reporter with him and it was pretty interesting. No, he didn’t ask me to pose, I was with my boyfriend. Just a great conversation. I met an Irish man travelling around the world hitting all the most historic spots. He was a riot.

Also, Cafe Du Monde – beignets and cafe au lait, of course.

The best place for drunken burger eating was the old Audubon Tavern that is sadly not around anymore. Best greasy bacon burgers anywhere with buckets of beer. Mmm.

There was also this pizza place near Tulane – Fat Albert’s, maybe? It was open all night. Great place to meet Tulane guys – football players, especially.

Also, there were always the muffaletta shops and gumbo on every corner. Good drunk eatin’ in N’awlins, Cher!

Yes, thank you. I saw the headline and knew that I was going to have to shout out “Cheeseburger Macaroni Hamburger Helper.” My favorite beer-drunk food.
For me, drunk food goes by what type of drink you’ve gotten yourself messed up with. Hamburger Helper is good enough for beer-drunk, because beer doesn’t really give me a salt craving. But wine-drunk absolutely cries out for salty food later, like chips or fries or margaritas.

Momotrips, Desire is a great oyster bar—if the one you’re thinking about is in the lobby of the Sonesta (I think) hotel on Bourbon, across whatever the cross street is from the Jean Laffite House.  Acme Oyster House is always good too, but can’t recall whether how late they’re open.  I had a great drunken feast at Felix’s across the street from Acme many years ago, late after a friend’s wedding with her sisters & sundry guests.  All the good oyster bars in NOLA have shuckers who play the role of a great bartender with a lot of personality, cracking jokes with the customers, occasionally giving out free extra oysters as a lagniappe, introducing customers to each other, etc.
Last time I was in NOLA, I discovered that the Clover Grill, an amazing 24-hour greasy spoon on Bourbon where they used to cook burgers on the grill under hubcaps to trap the steam and had some of the most flamboyant screaming queens working behind the counter that I’ve ever seen (and I live in San Francisco), was closed.  Had one or two great late-night drunken feasts there many years back.  Looking forward to more drunken feasting when I’m there for Jazz Fest next month.

Ok, this cajun girl from SE Texas has never been to New Orleans.  I am hungry now and want to go.

Jen, can’t believe you’ve never been to New Orleans! You’re such a foodie, too. Stay in one of the bed & breakfasts or a boutique hotel. Melrose Mansion is a favorite for us, but you can get great deals at the big hotel chains. Eat and drink and listen to great music. Shop for immpossibly expensive, but beautiful antiques on magazine street. Buy some art. My Kansas-bred husband took me there when we were first dating and when I dragged him down Magazine street looking at antiques, he held my hand and actually enjoyed himself. HE’S NOT EVEN GAY! I fell in love with him right there and knew I’d marry him.

Faith+1 – you’re one of those Lousiana yankees from NORTH of I-10, huh?

Alice,

I think that would totally kill my appetite for something as well.  My first husband’s mother may have been better off with your father’s philosophy of hamburger and tuna helper.

Mind you, my mother is cajun and my father is mexican so i grew up in a house that always smelled good and dinner was always great because when you have rice and gravy on the plate, you cannot go wrong.   The first time I ate dinner with my first husband’s family his mother was “cooking” and placed all the plates on the table etc.  She says, “Everyone come eat.”  So my ex, his two brothers, their wives, his sister, the four kids, his dad, mom and the two of us move into the FORMAL dining room.  They were acting like this was some much anticipated meal, it was her specialties after all.  I sit and there is one of those boneless hams in the shape of a can, some baked beans, a salad, and a casserole dish with mashed potatos topped with cheddar.  So we all served ourselves and they passed the potatoes and I took a scoop…

I noticed something pink in the potatoes and set the casserole dish down.  I picked up my fork to take a scoop of mashed potatoes and my fork stuck into something solid.  As I brought it to my mouth I smelled what it was before I saw it… chopped up wieners.  I shit you not… the woman had chopped up wieners and put then in the fucking potatoes.  They were inhaling this shit like it was ambrosia and I nearly gagged trying to swallow that bite.

It was a traumatizing experience for me and it should have been a warning as to how that marriage was going to end up.

No offense, but I-20 might as well be Arkansas, cher… I’d never consider Alexandria, Natchitoches, et.al to be the same as Cajun Country. My family is from Acadiana – Jennings, Opelousas, Mamou, Raine, Carencro, Breaux Bridge. Opelousas and Mamou are as far north as we go.  I would say though, that as far north as Bunkie you could be considered Cajun or Coonass, anything farther north is “country” and might as well be a different state. So you, dear Faith, may just make the cut. Heh.

I just think it’s funny how different north Louisiana is from south, and how each region and its people (N. SW. S. NE. N.O, West Bank, Baton Rouge, Lafayette & Shreveport) are completely different.

Texas is so much larger, yet there’s not nearly the same diversity amongst the natives regionally. (Non-natives whole different story). Louisiana is just like one of it’s old tourist slogans – “a whole different country”.

And how this relates back to “drunk food” I have no idea…

Oui, cher.   In this case it is a half mexican/cajun who still has her family in port arthur, texas and Abbeville, La.  My paw-paw called me his little peppicoon in reference to my pepperbelly/coonass dna.

Dammit, now I am hungry.  I am thinking smothered chicken, rice and gravy, and something green.