Good lord, that dinner at Roux was great. Not great as in a new, transcendent apex of haute cuisine; great as in—from start to finish—inarguably tasty and completely satisfying, and, when appropriate, actually spicy. And messy, too. Roux knows when you need a hot towel to clean your happy mitts.
This is what we ate that night.
Fried chicken gizzards ($5): Let us admit that gizzards can be gross. Gizzard, per Merriam-Webster: "the muscular enlargement of the alimentary canal of birds that has usually thick muscular walls and a tough horny lining for grinding the food." This does not sound delicious...
(Also, aw, shucks, and thanks so much, commenter Tracy!)