On my third trip to New Orleans, I had a small foodie conflict. On one account, I wanted to go to as many new places as possible and not repeat any restaurant other than the obligatory Cafe du Monde. On the other side - we had both of our sets of parents with us, both of whom had never been to NOLA. We had to go to some tourist spots so they could experience the "must go to" in New Orleans.
My last two trips to NOLA, I went to Acme Oyster House. On trip one, I loved it and raved about it, to the extent that it was the first place Gabe and I had lunch at during his first visit to the city (my second trip). We were both left so unimpressed that I never wanted to go back. Yet, my parents were told that they "must" go there. We waited in line for over an hour to get in and I pouted like a bratty foodie the entire time. NOTE - if you go to Acme, get a drink to go from a neighboring bar. That is one of the magical wonders of NOLA, even if you have to wait, you can drink on the street, not missing a single moment of fun.
THEN something magical happened. I was drinking my Abita Strawberry beer, refusing to order oysters (I was in full brat mode) while smiling like I was happy to be there. My Mom ordered a dozen raw oysters. I only had my first experience with raw oysters in Key West a few months back. They came out and............
My Dad ordered a dozen of the charbroiled oysters. The moment he ate one, he ordered a second half dozen as his entree. I prefer the raw oysters to the charbroiled, only because of the butter content. It's a bit too rich for me. I have learned after my last two vacations that I like my oysters raw, plain with a little lemon and cocktail sauce. So different than the girl I was a year ago (when I had to have one cracker per steamed oyster with Tabasco, horseradish, lemon and cocktail sauce - you couldn't even taste the oyster). Dad is still talking about the charbroiled oysters today, nearly two weeks later. This was his favorite dish in NOLA.