A bit of touching news from the Lunch Encounter archives.
Katrina’s Lives Lost: Joseph Casamento, 1925-2005
Submitted By: N.O.V.A November 2005
Source: Times Picayune 11-11-2005
The night we went to Casemento’s during Jazz Fest 2002, Teddy was two and with no agenda of his own. Where we went, he went, gladly. That boy ate meals four, five, six times a day in New Orleans, morning, noon and night. Sometimes it was near to midnight, as it was this night, and we caught Casemento’s at the end of their evening service. Ate up and got out. The place gleams, floor to ceiling with shiny white tile, just right for an oysteria. We gleamed too, faces shiny with appetite and pleasure.
Joe Casemento lived his entire life above the restaurant that bears his family’s name.
“He had a ham sandwich every night,” said Gerdes, wife of C.J. Gerdes, Casamento’s nephew and an owner of the family restaurant. “And then he had some cookies and his ice cream.”
Teddy does look a bit shell-shocked. Over the few days we were there, we all ate our own weight in oysters, po-boys and bread pudding. No exceptions.
RIP Joe Casemento.