‘Gators, Beignets and Oysters . . . Oh My!
This time last week, The Boy and I were in New Orleans with our friends. I love that city and am current in Missing-Big-Time-It mode. Between the good eating (and drinking) and the overall charm of the city, it’s hard not to feel this way. And because I haven’t shared much details about the trip . . .
Our flight was delayed, so when we arrived into New Orleans we all just went straight to the hotel to catch some zzzzz’s.
I was wanting a bit of this action –
But since I was running 13.1 miles the next morning, I decided to stick with eating and other activities, like a local swamp tour.
Pretty cool tour.
When we got back later that night, we did a bad thing at Pierre Maspero and had a little tasting of Marshmallow’s friend.
We all wanted more. ‘Gator is good.
Post-dinner, we headed over to Cafe Du Monde for what else?
Sunday (Race Day):
After the race, the group let me choose The Court of Two Sisters for its famous jazz brunch. I was so hungry and so tired that I didn’t get a chance to take any pictures until after the meal. All I have are novelty pictures. Sigh.
Food pictures next time, I promise!
We all went back to the hotel to rest before heading out again. When we went back out, it was hard to tell if it was Saturday or Sunday since the crowd level was nearly identical. Ah, I love New Orleans.
We started off at Landry’s for (cooked) oysters and beers:
By the time we left, it was a dark so we headed over to the obligatory Pat O’Brien’s for the fire fountain and hurricanes.
Afterwords, we had every intention of going to Acme for oysters, but since the line was long we ducked into Felix’s across the street. The oysters are just as good and the shuckers there are nice, friendly and quick!
Table service for dinner that night, however, was sloooooooooow. Irritatingly slooooooooooow. But the charbroiled oysters more than made up for it.
If you are at Felix’s, you MUST have charbroiled oysters. Insanely good.
Home bound. The airlines sent us home with one busted suitcase.
I didn’t take nearly as many pictures as I should have (off the food, sites and geez, the ARTWORK that is ALL OVER the city), so I’m considering a summer trip dedicated to New Orleans picture snapping.
New Orleans, if you hear me, just know that there is someone thinking of you.
Diana (“The Girl”)