My last trip to New Orleans, I learned a new word: frosé. It’s pretty much what it sounds like, a mash-up of a slushie and rosé. I tried it at Willa Jean, a newish restaurant that puts a fresh spin on Southern-inspired dishes, equal parts forward-thinking and nostalgic (named after co-founder and Chef Kelly Fields’ granny, with dishes ranging from pimento cheese to cookie dough with milk).
The Frosé Y’all is like a taste of frozen slurpies from long-ago school vacations yet also a buzz-worthy (in all senses) bit of sophisticated adulthood (okay, semi-sophisticated)—a simple yet evocative concoction of ice, simple syrup and, of course, that go-to blush-hued wine of summer.
And this frozen bevvy is available “to go” (we’re in NOLA, after all), which I happily partook in. Slurping on this rather heady slushie as I walked back to my digs in the French Quarter, I felt footloose, ready to bop to the marching bands and myriad beats permeating the steamy air as I sidestepped the sticky asphalt around Bourbon Street. Because all you need when the hot, late-afternoon sun casts elongated shadows in NOLA is a Frosé Y’all. Φ