You’re going to fight for this reservation.
Commander’s Palace sits in the Garden District, painted turquoise and white like a Victorian wedding cake. It’s been feeding people since 1893. That blue-and-white mansion has hosted Emeril Lagasse, Paul Prudhomme, and a parade of James Beard winners who learned their craft here before making names elsewhere.
Getting a table takes planning. Weeks of planning. You’ll refresh the reservation site multiple times, consider bribing someone, and possibly sacrifice your firstborn to the dining gods. But once you’re in that turquoise mansion with the Garden Room’s leafy oak trees overhead, you’ll understand why people put up with this nonsense…