Months ago, John Besh suggested that while the influx of chefs may be good for the economy, the diaspora of native New Orleans residents meant the dilution of Louisiana's culinary culture. This may be what he meant.
Once a year, the James Beard Foundation gets off its mighty throne of pearl, throws on rough spun peasant clothes made of sack-cloth, and visits everyday, classic, mom-and-pop restaurants all across America. Then, once back in their palatial Greenwich townhouse, they choose five with the winningest humble fare and Real American-ness for an America’s Classics award. It’s almost like how the Pope brings five homeless people to the Vatican to wash their feet every Palm Thursday, except in this case, the following restaurants (and their owners) will receive shiny gold medals.