The only thing everyone said we should do in New Orleans was eat. Eat as much as we could, in as many places as we could find. A lot of people had specific recommendations. Nobody told us of places which were bad. It was hard to go wrong.
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| Louis Armstrong Park, at the end of our street |
There was a catch. It was bowl season and the
Oklahoma Sooners were playing the
Alabama Crimson Tide in the
Sugarbowl. As the crowds of black and gold faded away hordes of people in red and white took their place.
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| College football is serious business. |
So our culinary expeditions had to be well planned. For example we could not bring ourselves to wait in line for
Cafe du Monde, which is very famous. We knew it was famous because of the queue, which often stretched through the cafe, on to the street, and along the block. We decided to get our
beignets elsewhere.
Here are some highlights.
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| Andrew Jackson |
The
Backspace Bar gave us a meatloaf sandwich to remember, let us split it, and gave us the okay to eat it with our hands: "Grip it and rip it," the bartender said.
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| The height limit in the French Quarter keeps the roof line low |
Cafe Amelie has an offshoot,
Petite Amelie, which made a top-level gumbo and fresh sandwiches. It was one of the few places we visited more than once.
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| A number of the alleyways are not accessible by vehicles. |
We had planned to spend New Years Eve in one of the many famous restaurants around the city but, because of the Sugarbowl crowds, they were booked pretty tight. But our Christmas experience had taught us well; we went to the movies.
The Wolf of Wall Street was showing in a cinema which offered in-seat service. We enjoyed drinks and food and emerged into the streets to celebrate with the city of New Orleans as the Fleur de Lis dropped.
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| Bourbon street on New Years Eve |
New year's day was quiet; the streets empty but for the strange trucks applying detergent to Bourbon Street.
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| Actually they do this every day |
The weather did not clear for our whole stay but we were determined to get some photos by the water. We braved the winds and the growing crowds of Sooners and Tide and snapped some pics by the water.
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| Spirit of the Immigrant (really) |
With New Year's Eve behind us we finally went around to
Frenchmen Street to have a drink and listen to some music. It was a revelation. Outside of the bustle of the French Quarter crowds Ali found a
bar with live jazz and a massive beer menu. The first band we saw played for tips, coming around with a sousaphone and a bucket to collect change from the patrons between sets. We stayed longer than we meant to.
It was a great time.
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| Ali being cold in New Orleans |
Of course the highlight was the seafood. Shrimp po boys, catfish, shellfish gumbo, all things I wouldn't eat at home, all smelled too good to pass up.
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| Oyster tacos were a highlight |
In truth we probably stayed in New Orleans one night too long. With everything we meant to do finished after a few days we struggled on our last and didn't want to stay cooped up in the room of our inn.
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| Creepy Jesus was a landmark we navigated by. |
In fact we stayed two days too long. Our flight to New York was cancelled (of the five direct flights that day ours was the only one cancelled).
We were given a hotel in a dead spot in the city. The next day we flew to Atlanta before sunrise and spent eight hours learning our way around Atlanta International Airport, which was not as bad as it sounds. The airport is huge. We learned some Georgian history, walked through a display of Zimbabwean sculpture, had some good food, and made our connection to La Guardia.
It was two degrees below zero when we landed. It only got colder from there.
