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Miss NOLA TX: Day 7

Miss NOLA TX: Day 7

I woke up around 8:30am, having slept fitfully with weird dreams. We walked over to check out the other jazz hall and we got to see a little bit more of New Orleans. We walked back via Royal St. and stopped in at Spitfire coffee. We walked right by it and had to double-back. Turns out Brent had been staring at it the previous day while we waited in line at the Gumbo Shop. The only people out and about at this hour were dog-walkers and joggers and a few tourists on carriages. The coffee was so good and smooth and clearly made with real vanilla.

We walked by Cafe du Monde which still had a line-up though not quite as long, as it was earlier in the day and a holiday Monday. We walked by the pet store again and the little tiny kitten was still there in the window and it was killing me how much I wanted to take it home. I could barely keep it together and kept yelping. We flipped between The Office and Friends while I caught up in my notebook before it was time to check out. Our flight wasn’t until the afternoon so we still had time for one last meal in New Orleans.

We had one last walk down Bourbon St. I loved seeing the streets being cleaned, everything getting hosed down. There were a few people out and about drinking, it was ok it was now double digits. We passed some Polish people who clearly could not handle the heat and were discussing going back to their hotel room.

There was a small group of people standing around outside the restaurant and at first it was unclear: were they waiting for people or waiting to go in? Eventually after some confusion we figured out they were waiting for others. The front of the restaurant was packed but the back was pretty empty (though garishly lit in red).

We were in an oyster house, so we had to order oysters. It only made sense. We split a half plate of 6 raw oysters. Was this the best idea on a holiday Monday? Who can say? These oysters were the worst I’ve ever had. Turns out I don’t really like freshwater oysters. I prefer the salty briny ones from the ocean. Now we know. I was also mildly disconcerted by the fact that they came off the shell so easily. Brent had the oyster po’boy and I had the soft-shell crab platter. Earlier the server had tried to upsell us to chargrilled oysters. She succeeded in upselling Brent on fries, so cunningly she just said “and fries on the side of that?” when he ordered his sandwich. They weren’t included. The crab was very good, I enjoyed ripping the battered legs off. Between the two of us we had way too many fries, my dish came with them so really, we had no need for a second order. The oyster po’boy was cut in half, but I only ate half of that and we traded back. Too much dry bread for my liking and not enough mayo. The po’boy winner of the trip was the catfish one.

I was feeling a bit nauseous and the hot car was not helping. I just wanted to get to the airport and get a mint tea. I wandered the whole terminal looking for the advertised-everywhere PJ’s coffee. I returned with no luck but a new craving for a smoothie. I complained to Brent about all the false advertising. He went walking and came back triumphant. I had noticed a bar at the end of the terminal and didn’t bother to keep walking. Turns out that PJ’s coffee was on the other side of the round bar. It was too late for me though. I was in the mood for a smoothie. Except Smoothie King’s smallest size was a whopping 20oz. My plan was to drink as much as I wanted and toss the rest. It was a mix of berries and it was just what I needed, I felt so much better after. We were also sitting in a great spot, near some chargers and with a great view of the planes taking off.

The wifi cut out, so much for browsing Pinterest. I listened to the final episode of CrimeTown and watched the drug sniffing chocolate lab job doing his thing on the incoming luggage being taken off the plane. As we boarded the flight, I stared a guy in first class and our eyes met. I then said to Brent “I know I’m mildly face blind but…” and at that moment he had turned around to tell me he just saw Jeff Goldblum sitting in first class. So, I wasn’t having a moment of face blindness!! Our first flight was very short, they didn’t even have full drinks service. Our options were orange juice or water. Brent got an OJ but it was the last one. At least I got a stroopwafel. I read The Flight Attendant which seemed appropriate.

We had 2.5hours in Houston on a layover. Our first stop was Chick-Fil-A for lunch. I ordered the deluxe this time, thinking that cheese and lettuce could make the sandwich better. Boy was I wrong. Apparently, you don’t mess with something when it’s that good. The chicken nuggets were so good dipped in the Polynesian and sweet & spicy sriracha sauces. The Polynesian was the best by far. The duty-free shop at our terminal was closed and the sign said I could find a shop… in the next terminal over. I had to take the tram back. This airport was too damn big for its own good. In our terminal there was a Dylan’s Candy bar. In the next terminal over there was a Natalie’s Candy Bar. Of course, I had to go in and investigate. I found double-flavoured Swedish Fish, a Take 5 and Butterfinger bites. The duty-free shop was a tiny little kiosk with poor selection but I was not in the mood to go two more terminals over to the big main duty-free shop. This would have to do. They didn’t even have Canadian Club! I ended up getting Tito’s vodka and really only saving a few dollars in the end. My final stop on the tour was Starbuck’s for my beloved jade citrus mint green tea. On the second flight back, after all the technical glitches with the TV were figured out, we watched Chernobyl.

 
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Posted by on September 23, 2019 in Travel

 

Miss NOLA TX: Day 6

Miss NOLA TX: Day 6

I woke up feeling well rested, having had the perfect sleep thanks to Benadryl and the white noise of the fan. We went out to the original Cafe du Monde location by the river. On the way we walked through the market as the vendors were just setting up. There were lots of tourist-y tchotchkes but no sign of creole cream cheese. It was on the list of must-eats but Commander’s Palace didn’t have it on the menu. We stopped in at a few ice cream parlours (it can also be an ice cream flavour) and shops but no luck.
I knew to expect a line at Cafe du Monde. I just didn’t expect it to be that long. I guess on a Sunday morning of a long holiday weekend it would be extra busy. Thankfully my co-worker had told me that there is an express line for a takeout window. Even still, the line was long. But the menu was limited so it moved fast. We got three beignets and a cafe au lait (mix of regular and chicory coffee) each. We ate by the riverfront on a bench, powdered sugar spilling all down my front. The beignets were so good and pillowy and soft and made the perfect breakfast. There was a big steamboat cruise ship docked by the river. We could see the other ports across the river. There was a hungover guy sitting by the fountain talking to his dad on skype and saying he was “all drinked out.” He had the perfect spot to be sitting at, the mist and cool breeze from the water fountain were a welcome relief.
We walked along the Riverwalk to the outlets. I needed more cool breeze off the river or to go back to that fountain. So early in the day and it was already so hot out. I had some shopping successes, getting Brent a pair of Nike shorts from Nordstrom Rack for 25% off the clearance price. Although they forgot to take the security tag off so I had to go back. The line at the Riverwalk Cafe du Monde was equally ridiculous, so my plans to see if we could get creole cream cheese there was a flop. I got a watch from Fossil and had it engraved with my nickname. For my family I got fudge-caramel covered pralines as a souvenir and for us to snack on some cajun chips.
We stopped in at a “voodoo/liquor shop for some later-in-the-afternoon hotel drinks. The selection was surprisingly bad, I ended up getting an Abita strawberry beer (which Brent assured me I would like) and another Buzz Ball. We walked to the Carousel Bar which was in a hotel. There were no seats at the carousel itself and it wasn’t even going around! I had pictured small booths and music and it spinning. It was only as we were leaving that we saw it was oh-so-slowly turning. BORING. We went to the Gumbo Shop for lunch, it had been recommended in the 1001 Foods book. There was a huge line of people waiting. There were maybe 30 people ahead of us? And the internet said they don’t do takeout. But other than 7pm dinner plans we had nothing else planned for the day. While I held our place in line, Brent went up the street to a shop that the internet said sold creole cream cheese (had we become obsessed?). The line was moving pretty quickly. It was funny to see people stop, assess what the line was for and then do a calculation of whether or not it was worth waiting for.
Luckily, we were seated indoors. I was dripping with sweat. While waiting in line, we were able to see the menu and the specials board and decide on our order ahead of time. The gator sausage appetizer was so good, according to my notes it was the mustard that really stole the show. Brent had red beans and rice with sausage and I of course had the seafood okra gumbo (you gotta). At this point in our vacation, Brent had a cold so we didn’t trade halfway, I stole a bite of his dish before he dug in though. It was good, but the gumbo was better. The specials board had advertised a fresh fruit daiquiri and it was so good and refreshing (as lemons tend to be) but it got icy towards the middle but then it melted and was good again towards the end.
After lunch we tried to walk to Absinthe House which was about 2 blocks away (one up and one over) but we were cut off by the pride parade. We had to run across in between groups. When we turned north and up another street, we had to cross the parade again. Absinthe House was great. It was easily one of my favourite places in all of New Orleans. Just a low-key laid-back bar with football helmets hanging from the ceiling that wasn’t very busy. And they made a very good Sazerac cocktail. I could see the bartender pouring green liquid in it, that and the name assured me that most likely my drink actually had absinthe in it. It was also sweeter than the rye version that Brent had at Commander’s Palace. We sat at the bar, looking out the open window-doors at all the revellers.
Up next we went to Tropical Isle. We had passed by three of them on our way earlier. The shark attack drink was more than just a drink. She poured some vodka over the ice cubes and then put a small plastic gator on top. I was a bit worried, thinking was this it? But then she grabbed a plastic shark, filled it with grenadine. Then she rang a captain’s bell (like on a ship) and shouted “SHARK ATTACK!!!” and made some noises as the shark was plunged nose first into the cup, spilling grenadine down the ice cubes. It made my day. Brent’s drink was in a long funnel with a little plastic grenade in the top. It was citrus-y and strong as heck and much bigger. While walking along Bourbon St. among the dispersed pride revellers a lady noticed my drink and I told her the whole story. She asked where I had gotten it. I am proud to say I gave her way better directions. As I was explaining to her, someone threw a plastic rat into the street and she jumped away screaming and I had a clean getaway. The lady was very chatty and I feared she wanted my shark.
We walked down by the courts to Jackson Square then down to the waterfront. We walked along Decatur St. back to our hotel. We stopped by the French Market restaurant and looked at the menu on the outside. The internet was right! They did have creole cream cheese! I was the hero of the day! Except we needed a break first. I polished off the rest of Brent’s hand grenade, sans-straw, dribbling it down my chin. In the hotel we settled in, watching The Office. The strawberry Abita was too beer-y for me, I passed it on to Brent. I had foreseen this happening, it was why I finished off the hand grenade. The peach vodka Buzz Ball was so good and it really hit the spot. A little too well. Soon I was nice and day drunk. Just after 5pm, Brent noticed the time and we went out for French Market for some before-dinner dessert. The creole cream cheese was in the 1001 Foods book and we were finally going to cross it off the list in cheesecake form. I was tempted by the drinks menu, even in my current state. Then it dawned on me: this was New Orleans! I could probably get it in a plastic cup! The Gingeroo had New Orleans rum and ginger beer and Louisiana sugar cane syrup. I had it get it! Except, even though I had asked, it was served to me not in a plastic cup (which I could see a stack of at the bar!) but in an actual glass. Sigh. I guess there was no stretching this drink out for the rest of the afternoon. I had ⅘ of it and let Brent finish it (I have zero memory of this, I’m going by what the notebook says here). The cheesecake was really good, it had whipped cream and caramel sauce. On the way back to the hotel we stopped in at a souvenir shop and I bought a tank top with a giant crawfish on it as a pajama top.
Back in the hotel room, The Office marathon on Comedy had ended. Now there was nothing on. Or as my notebook says: “nothing is on 😦 and nothing else good 😦 :(“ , you can guess the state I was in when writing in my notebook. We walked to dinner at Galatoire’s on Bourbon St., once again weaving our way through the partying masses- except this time I was in heels and sobering up. Brent had promised me a line-up of suckers waiting for tables in the main dining area, that we would awkwardly go around because we had reservations upstairs. No such line existed because there was so much else going on.
As we went upstairs it legit seemed like we may be the only ones in the restaurant. There were a few other people at tables. This was rather unfortunate, as there was the most insufferable man at the table next to ours. Of the 4 people, he dominated the conversation with his dumb work stories. We started by splitting a shrimp remoulade and crab maison (a rarity, two apps!). Both were served on a bed of lettuce. The shrimp was amazing. The crab was meh and I dare say, the lettuce made it better. Brent had the pompano fish (another from the 1001 Foods book) and I stole a bite. It was very good and surprisingly meaty. I had the seafood bouillabaisse. For a soup it was surprisingly filling and so comforting and delicious. I stole a sip of Brent’s cocktail but it was too much for me. I had completely sobered up by the time we were seated and I was done for the day. All I wanted was water. Obviously, we were too full for dessert.

It was so much fun to walk back via Bourbon St. There were so many drunk revellers contained to the sidewalks when we first left. All because a little bit of rain. No sooner had we stepped out it let up. We stopped in at a souvenir shop so I could get a soda, the Sunkist really hit the spot after a day of drinking. There were cops on horses and on cherry-pickers, keeping watch over Bourbon St. I overheard some Polish people complaining that the streets smelled and I started giggling. When i told Brent, he shouted “dobranoc!” at them as we parted ways. In their surprise they half-muttered it back.
We laid in bed watching Friends. Brent’s cold had gotten worse. There was another jazz show at a nearby bar but we were both too tired, plus it was at 10pm which in our tired state seemed way too late.

 
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Posted by on September 23, 2019 in 1001 Foods, Travel

 

Miss NOLA TX: Day 5

Miss NOLA TX: Day 5

On the way to free coffee in the hotel lobby I got distracted by the tabby cat and stopped to pet him. He turned on his side for more pets. Brent was walking towards me and I was going to meet him, but I got distracted by the orange cat who also warranted petting. While Brent was checking out, I finally went for my coffee but all I found was an empty carafe. If I had not stopped to pet those cats would i have had a coffee for the road?
Brent pointed out a gas station for coffee. I turned my nose up at it. Surely, we would pass something better on the way. Cut to 35 minutes later when I gave up and had gas station coffee. It was surprisingly good, I had butter pecan coffee with some Coldstone sweet cream flavoured creamer. I had been tempted by the Reese’s creamer but i thought my coffee would be overly nutty. I got a Reese’s Crispy Crunchy to fill my craving. It reminded me of a Crispy Crunch, it was so good! The almond butter maple Snickers was good but it kind of had a bit too much going on.
And just like that, 45 minutes into the drive, we were back in Louisiana! It felt so sudden. We stopped at a gas station to fill up the car before returning it. The bathroom was 1) outside of the building by the parking lot and 2) was lacking a doorknob and instead had a big gaping hole were the knob should’ve been. Brent insisted it was fine. I would wait the few minutes until we were back at the car rental place. No thank you.
It was a long slow walk to our hotel, my now-heavier baggage weighing me down. We stopped at Deannie’s Seafood as it was on the way- didn’t make sense to go to the hotel and then backtrack. Deannie’s was known for their crawfish so of course we ordered the crawfish quartet. Crawfish done four different ways: etouffee (first place), gumbo (third place), fried (second place) and balls (as in fish balls, not the balls of the fish- regardless they came dead last, not that good). To start we had the crab nachos, except it was more like a hot cheese dip with a scarce amount of crab. Instead of bread we were served complimentary boiled (in the seafood water) potatoes. I had ordered a voodoo juice cocktail. I did not expect it to be served in a giant plastic lobster complete with lanyard (lest I drop the hideous thing). The only reason I ordered it was because the menu said it was their most popular item. The only other options were a hurricane (which I was saving for later) and something with tomato juice- nope. I went with the lesser of three evils, hoping the banana rum would get drowned out by the pineapple and coconut rums. Three types of rum in a giant 24oz lobster, yet somehow, I survived the walk back to the hotel with nary a buzz. I saved half the cocktail for the walk, partly for novelty’s sake but mostly it was a practical measure: we had food to eat!
It was unbelievably hot out on the walk to the hotel. I was so sweaty and tired. At least my drink was refreshing. Our hotel was nice from the outside. As soon as the door swung open and that a/c blast hit us I was thrilled. Until we got to our room. It was like a shitty bachelor apartment, complete with a mini kitchen in a closet. There was a heater on the bathroom ceiling. There was no a/c, just a surprisingly effective fan on the ceiling. After that heavy lunch, cocktail and boiling hot walk with luggage, I was in need of a nap. I immediately conked out while Brent read his book.
We went out for a short walk after to see Bourbon and Royal Sts and see what the fuss is about. There was a group of protesters outside of a gay bar and we overheard a dad telling his family that it was “too flamboyant” for his family. But public drunkenness was just fine for his kids? It was a sad little protest, people were having fun dancing at them and flaunting how little they cared. Walking along Bourbon St. we saw a larger gentleman who was just plastered, it was only 3:15pm and he was leaning heavily on his friends and we wondered how early he had started/ how much he had imbibed. It was actually quite impressive. We also wondered if there was a turnover between the day drunks and the night drunks, is there a quiet lull period? Despite the crowds and everyone being drunk, there was a certain peacefulness to it, a lot of nice and happy drunks.
Brent had directed us to a corner market but as we were about to go in it dawned on me: we should go to Central Market to grab some drinks! They had completely succumbed to the touristy gimmick of selling the muffuletta sandwich and there was no alcohol in sight. Had things changed since Anthony Bourdain ordered from there all those years ago? There was a liquor store next door and I grabbed two rose ciders. It was nice to have a cold drink in the heat, sipping and people watching. I just wish the cider had been better. I also wish it had been a bottle so I could add to my bottle cap collection.
A bachelorette party approached us and asked if we were a couple. Then they asked if we could make out in the background so they could take a picture of the bride-to-be, Brent scoffed and said no that’s weird. They looked surprised and confused like WE were the weird ones. A lady walking in front of us tripped on the uneven sidewalk. Brent offered to help her up and apparently, she did nothing to help herself stand up, she was just dead-weight while Brent and the husband struggled to get her upright. I just stood there watching.
Back in the hotel room we found an awesome TV show on Animal Planet called The Zoo: San Diego. It was a very long, slow and dehydrated walk to Commander’s Palace for dinner. At first it was nice, walking through the French Quarter, then the walk sucked as we had to go under an overpass. Then it improved slightly with a residential neighbourhood full of nice houses. Except I was tired, hot and dehydrated so it was not entirely worth the walk. We also realized that the restaurant didn’t open until 6pm and we were early. There was a cool old cemetery across the street, except it closed at 4pm so all we could do was peer through the gates.
To start we split an order of turtle soup. I had been looking forward to this for a while, they were known for it. It was delicious and just a little bit spicy. It was not served in an upside-down turtle shell as I sometimes imagine the dish to be. Brent had the pecan-encrusted fish and I had the Texas quail with peach BBQ sauce, we each claimed our own dish to be the better one. Although it was a really close contest, they were both really good. We split an order of the pecan pie a la mode. I had secretly been hoping the ice cream would be their house-made flavour of the day: Snickers. It was not, we got plain old vanilla. My first cocktail arrived with a pair of sunglasses on top. I guess it makes sense, it was called “sunset on patio” and it continued my day of novelty drinks. Thankfully the second one, a basil lemonade with peach alcohol was served sans accoutrements. I chugged so much water over the course of our dinner. I felt like a sponge.
We Uber’d back to the hotel to change into comfier clothes and charge our phones before heading out for an evening on Bourbon St. After a short charging/writing/watching San Diego Zoo show we went back out. It was 7:50pm and we would not make it for the 8pm show at Preservation Hall. As we walked by, the line for the 9pm show seemed kind of long. We popped into Pat O’Brien’s next door for hurricanes (they claim to have invented it). There were a lot of people milling about outside, making it seem busier than it was. There was also a drunk middle-aged lady sitting on the stoop outside while her daughter tried to get her to rally and stand up so they could go home. She had puked by her feet and looked miserable. Pat O’Briens was actually a giant complex with multiple bars, it was L-shaped with entrances on two intersecting streets. Because there were so many bars it was a short wait. At the last minute Brent changed up the order and instead of us splitting one hurricane, we each had our own. Our very own giant plastic cup of alcohol with an orange slice and a cherry. I looked down at it, took one sip and realized: ho boy, this would have to last me all night in slow sips. It easily had at least 5oz of alcohol in it. The line at Preservation Hall was shorter now and much more reasonable. I guess we had seen the last of the stragglers for the 8pm show or else a bunch of people ditched? Who can say, but it worked out well for us. I had at least 45 minutes to finish my drink if they weren’t allowed in. Except at that point it was a bit of a tall order for me and I was very relieved to hear I could bring it with me. The orange slice was nice and refreshing. We had a prime people-watching spot. The I’ve-had-two-glasses-of-wine moms letting loose, the miserable-looking teens with their parents. There was one guy who was so drunk he could not stand up, he was gently escorted from a store by a security guard and a lady. It was also fun to see people so confused about the line-up, was it to get into Pat O’Briens? No? When did the show start? And then the look of surprise that we would be waiting in line for this long for a jazz show.
The show was in an old-timey hall, complete with stifling air and a lack of a/c. The fans were working overtime. Because we had not pre-purchased tickets, we had to stand behind the benches. I was grateful for my ice-cold drink, I kept holding it up against my forehead to cool myself down. The performance was awesome, they played old-timey jazz music and it just felt like quintessential New Orleans (or least how I imagine it to be). The crowd was not so awesome. One guy had his cell phone out and was trying to pretend like he didn’t when the performers called him on it. Another guy shouted out a request for When The Saints Come Marching In. They ended the performance on that song, of course.
We walked back along Bourbon St. where the party was in full swing. The gay pride party had spilled out of the bar and into the street. As we walked this was the case with most bars, they had their doors open and the music was filtering into the street, it was like one continuous party. It made me like Miley Cyrus’s song Wrecking Ball. I saw a lady walking ahead of us who had a plastic shark sticking out of her drink and I ran up to her asking where she got it. Clearly it was a strong drink because she was of no help, saying that it was down the street on a corner. I asked about any distinguishing features. Her friend offered that it was called Isle something. We figured it out, Tropical Isle was the place that did the hand grenade. Our afternoon drinking plans for the following day were set. Earlier on our way to dinner and now closer to the hotel there was so much foot traffic due to the sheer number of ghost tours. They were everywhere!

 
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Posted by on September 23, 2019 in Travel

 

Miss NOLA TX: Day 4

Miss NOLA TX: Day 4

Fri. Aug. 30, 2019:
Dallas, Texas to Natchez, Mississippi:

I woke up with a headache that had started in the middle of the night. I thought surely it would have gone away by now. For breakfast we had the second half of the triple chocolate Twix and the smooth almond butter Snickers. Really, I just wanted to take an Advil, the stupid decongestant didn’t have pain reliever in it (unlike the one I usually get back home). It was a slow and sluggish start to the day. When I woke up, I saw that my phone said 9:30, I did a quick little time zone calculation and assumed it was 10:30am. Boy was I wrong, it was actually 8:30am. Oops. In my defence I had not had my coffee yet.

We drove to Daly Plaza to see the spot where JFK had been assassinated. We were too early for the museum which didn’t open until 10am. I kind of wanted to see the inside of the book depository and the window but at the same time I did not want to wait around for over an hour. I was already waiting until 9am when the gift shop/café opened, I needed coffee. While we waited, we walked through the memorial and looked at the sites and the plaques. There were two X’s in the road indicating the exacts spots where the cars had been. Whenever there was a break in traffic tourists would run out for photos ops. It was bizarre to say the least. It was also sad to see how close the motorcade had been to the safety of the highway overpass. I was also surprised to see how close the book depository was to the site. The gift shop was awkward, they had commoditized a tragedy. Even the coffee had a sleeve that said “coffee with Kennedy” except I had no idea what that meant. Brent had to explain it to me.

The route to Natchez, Mississippi took us down that road and under that overpass. We pulled off the highway to get gas (our car had a tiny tank apparently). As we were driving to Buc-Ees I noticed a gas station with a liquor store that was closer and easier to pull into. I thought it would be a better option. It was not, far and away it was not. There were no ciders and the bathroom was ugly. I regretted choosing this place over Buc-Ees. We stopped at Whataburger in Lindale, TX for an early lunch. It was not just off the highway, it was a bit away in a small town. we got there just after 11am, an acceptable time to be eating a burger and not risking a breakfast menu. Brent had the double Whataburger with cheese. I had the single with cheese and jalapenos. Turns out that when it comes to Whataburger, double is the way to go. My poor burger got dwarfed in the buns. Speaking of which: they were enormous, easily the size of dessert plates and the largest fast food buns I’ve ever had. But damn did they do a good job of holding the greasy burger together. It was a good burger but I still rank it below Five Guys and above Fat Burger.

After a heavy lunch like that it’s no wonder I started drifting off to sleep. In my half-asleep state I thought there were billboards for an all-girls school we had to get to??? Brent woke me up with cheering because we had crossed the border. We were back in Louisiana. What better place than here to keep an eye out for Popeyes and the much-talked-about new chicken sandwich they had launched in the US. We were off the Interstate and on a small highway going through towns. I spotted an easy to get to drive-thru daiquiri store. And there was only one car in line! It was perfect. Either way our drinks would have to wait in the car (we would have been going the next day on our drive back to New Orleans). They had a giant menu by the window with at least 50 drinks (maybe even more). Brent had a mardi gras mambo and I had a blueberry margarita. I didn’t see any actual daiquiris on the menu. The guy tried to get us to sign up for a frequent buyer program. I cannot believe such a thing exists. It was really cheap so maybe its not that far-fetched? We paid $13 for both, totalling close to 24oz by my guestimate? Our drinks were different sizes. At the time we figured it was because they were different types. It was only later on that I clued in: Brent had said small at the beginning of the order, intending it for both, but the guy had assumed first drink was small and second (mine) was regular.

We stopped at Popeye’s but before we went in, we saw a sign on the door saying the sandwich was sold out. I was kicking myself, there had been a Popeye’s down the street from the daiquiri drive-thru, I should’ve pointed it out! Maybe they had had it! I was starting to get some serious fomo, thinking of all the Popeye’s we had passed so far on our trip! Later Googling revealed the sandwich was sold-out nationwide. At least we had the experience.

We drove over the bridge crossing the Mississippi River… and we were in Mississippi! YAY!! State 36!!! We were staying the Monmouth Estate in Natchez. We got upgraded to the cottage but that meant we weren’t staying in the main house (aka the reason for choosing that hotel). The cottage was more like a series of rooms but now we had a porch looking out onto a pond. We grabbed our daquiris and set off exploring the grounds and the hotel. The mardi gras drink was coconutty and cinnamon-y, it reminded me of a latte. The blueberry margarita was so good and because it was a bigger size it was still mostly frozen. It was when we were walking around that we figured out why there was the size discrepancy between our drinks. There was a turtle in the pond who was completely covered in algae. On the way back to our room we saw an orange cat, he was so friendly and cute and he was purring.

We only went back to our room to use the bathroom and drop our drinks in the trash. We headed right back out. Except I got distracted by another cat, a tabby this time. He was a bit apprehensive at first but then almost immediately flopped onto his side for more pets. We drove to the Natchez Trace National Park. We were driving on the Natchez Trace Parkway, it was kind neat the whole historic trail had been paved and now you could drive all the way north through forest and parks. We only found out about the extent of the route once we were in the park and saw a map. There was a point of interest just up the road. The Emerald Mound at first just seemed like a bunch of grass and a trail. We hopped a short fence and went up the trail. We finally got to see the mound itself, it was cool looking but also peaceful and serene. On the way back down, we saw that there had been a gate we could have just opened. Oops.

We drove to the McDonald’s in town because our only other food options for dinner were Burger King or KFC. The thinking was that at McDonald’s we could try some new wacky items, plus earlier I had seen the stroopwafel McFlurry advertised as part of their “tastes of the world” menu. Except that promotion had now passed. The only wacky items we got were the buttermilk chicken sandwich and the quarter pounder deluxe. Both of which I’m sure we’ve had before. Plus, I took the tomato out of my half of the quarter pounder so really it was a quarter pounder half deluxe. We tried to drive to a liquor store (the gas station earlier had terrible selection) except that store had since closed down. There was a grocery store at the next intersection. Across the street from it I saw a store called “Craft City” except we had no way of knowing what kind of store it was. I did see on the drive back that they offered delivery which made it weirder. I still had 3 ciders so I just got a single of Seagrams watermelon cooler. My only other options were 6-packs and that was too much.

We left the car at the hotel and swapped out maps. Brent dumped out the rest of the berry Sprite from the McDonald’s cup (it was terrible) and filled the cup with beer. I filled a water bottle with cider and so we set out for the historic part of town by the river. The first half of the walk there were no sidewalks so we walked along the forest-like median. It was so hot and humid out, I was so sweaty. It was a nice evening. We saw many beautiful antebellum mansions, the sun was setting by the time we got to the river. There were information placards all over the place, telling us about the historical significance of the buildings and the stories behind them. There was a road leading down to the rivers edge but apparently all that was down there was a casino. It was kind of nice to be looking down at the river and see that we were actually atop a short cliff. We were too full and still had too many drinks back in the room to stop in at the old tavern for a drink. In total I saw more cats in that small town than any other place we have ever been (including the whole two weeks in England).

Walking back in the dark we saw a mother deer and her fawn run across the road. We saw fireflies, except at first, I had trouble spotting them because I dismissed it as reflections in my glasses. The bugs were SO LOUD. It was a chorus of katydids and crickets, it really was unbelievable. We walked back via the forested medium (days later I would notice that my feet and ankles were just covered in bites). We sat on the patio, drinking, writing and taking it all in. We could see the stars and hear the bugs. There were two lizards above our door and one had caught a bug and it was just sticking out of his mouth. A cicada buzzed around our heads, thwomping into our door, the wall and the fan before finally landing on the porch (while I panicked). I was sure it was dead, but it wasn’t. It just sat there, behind me, unnerving me. Brent thought he saw a katydid on the porch railing but when we got closer it was a praying mantis!! It was so cool. Honestly, this was one of my favourite towns to visit, it was so peaceful and calm.

 
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Posted by on September 18, 2019 in Travel

 

Miss NOLA TX: Day 3

Miss NOLA TX: Day 3

Thurs. Aug. 29, 2019:
Houston to Dallas, Texas:

Brent jumped on the bed to wake me up, apparently, I had slept until 10am. The two Benadryl’s I took knocked me out. I missed out on breakfast but they were still serving coffee in the lobby. My nose was a bit swollen and I had a painful lump beside my ear, my allergies were really bad now. I also broke my retainer. Not exactly the best start to the day.

As we drove to Dallas, we listened to SYSK Short Stuff, except this episode on “dead body codes on airplanes” was really more of a no-stuff. It was hilarious and perked me right up. The rice krispies cookie I had brought from home was quite stale by this point, the triple chocolate Twix would have to do for breakfast. It was no better than a regular Twix. We finally passed a Buc-Ees and stopped in to see what all the hype was about. It was a giant gas station/grocery store/rest stop/souvenir shop. One section of the store smelled incredible because they were sugar-roasting pecans and almonds. The selection at Buc-Ees was surprisingly good, I found a 6-pack of a blood orange cider from an Austin brewery. We also got salsa verde Doritos (which the cashier assured us are really good), cane sugar Dr Pepper and I got a Buc-Ees brand dry rub as a souvenir. The Dr Pepper was so good, it had a slightly different flavour that I couldn’t explain (the closest I got to explaining was that it was more clear?). The Doritos were spicier than we had expected but so good.

We stopped for lunch at Vitek’s Market in Waco. They were known for their “gut packs” which was Fritos, homemade sausage, brisket, cheese and beans. Brent had that, I went for the standard meal at a BBQ place: two kinds of meats, beans and coleslaw. I opted for the smoked turkey and pulled pork. We also got a slice of pecan cobbler on the side. My dish was a complete let-down. No wonder this place was known for their “gut packs”, it was like night & day between the two meals. The Fritos had managed to stay crispy amidst all that grease and juice. It was really quite impressive. The pecan cobbler came in second place in our rankings. I had a small can of rose from Essentially Geared Wine Co. Verdict? Wine should not be served in a can. It was awful. I wish I had known there was an In N Out burger in Waco, I would’ve said we go there instead but I didn’t know they had locations this far east.

I was finally going to cross “see Dr Pepper museum” off my bucket list. I was really excited but going in I had no idea what to expect. There wasn’t much to the collection, mostly old bottles, ads, delivery trucks and vending machines. The Free Enterprise portion of the museum was even smaller. I failed epically at the sniff-n-guess exhibit, getting only the really obvious ones like cinnamon right. Our admission ticket included a free drink from the soda fountain in the gift shop. It was just Dr Pepper syrup and seltzer but it really hit the spot. The lady was kind of surprised that we didn’t go all out and get a float or something fancier. The rest of the gift shop was a let-down. I at the very least expected some postcards and had hoped for some wacky or rare Dr Pepper flavours.

We stopped at CVS so I could get some decongestant, my allergies were really starting to get to me and I needed to take more drastic measures. I also secretly thought that maybe the CVS would have postcards, being just down the street from the Dr Pepper museum? Nope. They didn’t sell US stamps either. The lady had asked me what we were up to and it completely threw me off, I told her we had just been to the museum.

It was an hour and a half drive to Dallas. We were staying at the Rosewood Mansion on Turtle Creek. I had been expecting a fancy house somewhere in the suburbs near a creek. It was neither. It was more a boutique hotel that was hard to explore because of the renovations. We wandered around, gawking at the new pool but it was way too hot to be outside. It was easily above 35C and all I could think of was my blood orange ciders back in the room. We had a tiny balcony overlooking the pool and the demolition of a parking garage next door. I had two days left on my ebook so I hunkered down while Brent flipped channels wondering if Arthur was on. I said no way, Arthur is always on at 4:30, it wouldn’t be on at 5:30. I was wrong. Except the new episodes just aren’t as good.

At first, having two ciders in the hotel room before the game seemed like a genius idea. I did not anticipate just how far out of the city the stadium was. nor how much traffic there would be due to the football game in the neighbouring stadium. Our Uber ride lasted a solid 40-minutes, most of which time we spent ranking all of the ballparks we had been to thus far. The commute did not shine favourable light on the Dallas ballpark.

The stadium ranked pretty low. It had poor sightlines, early on during our concourse walk Dallas hit a homerun and we had to run to see the celebration. Which was also kind of lame, a bunch of women ran across a mini field above the outfield while carrying flags with fireworks overhead. We missed the first half. At least half the vendors weren’t even open. Half the things on my food list weren’t even available. We grabbed drinks and headed to our seats. The “crackberry” cider from Bishop cider hit the spot in the heat, the sign said it was 99F which when converted made me yelp slightly, it was 37C! In the evening! We went for food during the 4th inning. At this point I was sad to report that the outfield ladies periodically ran across, without the fireworks which I gather were reserved for home runs.

We both had street tacos on our food lists. The taco stand was across the aisle from Backstop Fries so we split. The beef brisket tacos were so unbelievably bad. The meat was bland, you had to assemble the toppings yourself, there was no sauce, just regular white onions, a few bits of cilantro and inexplicably feta cheese. The fries were the clear winner: waffle fries drenched in garlic butter with parmesan cheese. Except for the sad fries at the bottom that were missing the seasonings and cheese and had just butter. Earlier we had seen ads for a drink called BuzzBalls and I made it my mission to get one, except as we walked the concourse, I saw that people had jello shots in pouches (stupidly called o-shots). I ended up getting two drinks. Both were reasonably priced given the alcohol content and the ballpark setting. Between the two double-digit drinks I was in need of food. Early on in the game a lady walked by and gave everyone coupons in one of three different colours. If your coupon matched the colour of the mascot who won the race you would get a “buy one get one free” combo on a chicken meal. It was kids in the mascot costumes so that was great to watch. It wasn’t even a great deal! They did not play Deep In The Heart of Texas at half-time as we had suspected they might. At the end of the night the Rangers lost.

It was so confusing afterwards trying to find the parking lot dedicated to Uber. It was not clearly marked and we walked right past it. There were so many parking lots and so many people because the football game had also let out. There was one guy was very drunk and so psyched to be getting into his Uber ride and cheering at everyone who walked by.

I was so tired by the time we got back. The staff had put water bottles by our beds and it was just what I needed.

 
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Posted by on September 17, 2019 in Life's Goals, Travel

 

Miss NOLA TX: Day 2

Miss NOLA TX: Day 2

Wed. Aug. 28, 2019:
New Orleans, Louisiana to Houston, Texas:

I woke up around 7am to go to the bathroom but it was actually 8am our time and by the time I came back to bed Brent was awake. I tried to go back to sleep but couldn’t manage it. Brent ordered a southern continental breakfast for us to split. Apparently, our hotel was renowned for their buttermilk biscuits. The menu said to allow 35 minutes to prepare. We both made jokes about it being Claire the cat making biscuits. The biscuits lived up to the hype. They were warm and soft, the butter melted right in, perfect for topping with strawberry jam. I don’t even like buttermilk biscuits and I was all for these. The coffee had some chicory in it, another thing to check off my list of must-eats (or in this case must-drinks). The smell was making me nostalgic, I used to drink straight chicory “coffee” in high school (no regular coffee mixed in so no caffeine). I did briefly worry for a moment that my morning coffee was not a true coffee. But no headache came about so I guess it was a mix.

It was a 30-minute walk to the car rental place. The first part of the walk was great. We walked down Bourbon St., except it was like 8:30am. Instead of revellers we saw street cleaners. The sidewalks were being hosed down, all the cups shot into the street with jets of water and then scooped up by the cleaning truck. The streets were sprayed from the truck with soap and water. It was oddly satisfying to watch. It was incredible how many bars we walked by. Some had really funny names like “Big Ass Beers.” We wondered how they all stayed in business (little did we know). The second half of the walk up Canal St. was pretty crappy and not much to see.

In the car we listened to the latest episode of Stuff You Should Know, How Punk Works. We stopped at Tony’s Seafood Market & Deli in Baton Rouge for an early lunch. because it was a deli counter in a supermarket, we were unsure of the hours and whether it would be open this early. Thankfully it was and it was not busy at all. I ordered a catfish po’boy because the market specializes in live fresh catfish. Brent ordered a half muffuletta. The name, in addition to being impossible to spell (I think every time I wrote it I had a slight variation), is also very unappetizing. It also slowed down our order. As I was standing around, wondering if they had forgotten about us, the lady said she was waiting on it. There were no appealing drinks in the cooler. We pondered the Cajun gator chips and wondered if that was just a name or did the chips contain gator in some form? They did not. Tony’s also did not have a bathroom. Back in the car we decided to go next door to Raising Cane’s Fried Chicken because apparently, they are famous for their chicken fingers, they’ve been included on Top 50 fast food item lists. And they had a bathroom. We walked in and there was no one there.  Brent went to the bathroom, I stood there waiting to order. He came back, I still had not seen anyone. Eventually someone came out, she was surprised when we ordered just 3 chicken fingers no meal. Brent joked that it was too early in the morning. She was also amazed that we were from Canada. Brent was going to eat his sandwich in the car while I waited for our order. Except as soon as he had grabbed his sandwich, I showed up with our order. I actually spooked him.

One of the (many) bonuses to not driving is two free hands. I tore into the catfish po’boy after removing the tomatoes, leaving me with breaded & fried catfish pieces, lettuce and mayo on a white crusty roll. Each bite was heaven. It was the perfect sandwich. I ate half, thinking maybe we might trade if the muffuletta is good. The chicken fingers were alright, the real winner was the dipping sauce. The chicken fingers were made with higher quality meat than expected for fast food, but also the sheer size threw off the meat-to-breading ratio. I stole a bite of Brent’s muffuletta sandwich and it was good yes, but not quite good enough for a trade. There was one meat in there I did not like, pastrami maybe? It was a flat bread with three types of deli meats, an olive tapenade and melted cheese. It had potential but that one meat, threw it off. We didn’t go halfsies but Brent still got some of my sandwich as I was too full to finish. I regretted not getting a soda but we were going to stop for gas at some point.

We tried listening to an Australian podcast about food and travel. The episode was about Canada and it was so funny how little they knew. The lady asked the guy if he knew any other places on Canada’s east coast besides Niagara Falls. Once they had someone who worked for Tourism Canada on, we lost interest and switched to Giant Bomb. We drove through the pretty bayou swamp. It was crazy to see hydro towers out in the water. I needed the view to distract me, my allergies were in hyper-over-drive and the mini Mr. Big chocolate bars were a sorry melted mess (regardless, I ate what was left- I needed it to keep me awake). As we passed over Lake Charles, all the industrial towns and refineries smelled so strongly of broccoli, it was awful. There were so many ugly refineries in the (too-obviously named) town of Westlake. We passed by so many terrible billboards, most notably a Louisiana ad for sweet potatoes that said “yam it up,” nope. A guy had tried to go around an oversized load truck but the accompanying guide car, blocked the guy like it’s not safe to go around. The guy tried again and the guide nearly rammed him off the road and the guy sped around. It was all scary to watch, such stupidity.

Soon after we were in Texas, and it smelled of farts. There was no welcome sign until we were off the bridge and past the river. It was just past the welcome centre, but it was too late. I had cheered once we were across the river and saw the tiny border sign on the bridge, aka when we actually entered Texas. The first ad we saw once in Texas was for Dr Pepper- not helping, I was so thirsty. Texas is huge, we saw a sign saying that Beaumont was in 23 miles and El Pas was 857 miles away. We stopped at Flying J gas station. I got Brent a cherry Dr Pepper and I finally got my Sunkist fix. I also found a smooth almond butter Snickers and a triple chocolate Twix. Back on the road we saw an 18-wheeler blow a tire. Except at first, we had no idea what was going on. Debris was flying from under the truck and we thought maybe it had hit something? Thankfully it was one of the middle tires and he didn’t lose control.

We kept seeing all these stupid (and sometimes plain confusing) billboards for some place called “Buc-Ees” and we couldn’t even figure out what it was. They sold “beaver tots,” didn’t like litter and the most confusing one: “Oh fudge! Buc-Ees is Coming Up!” WHAT DOES THAT EVEN MEAN?! As we drove by, we saw that it was an enormous gas station/truck stop. We had never seen one that big. We had to go to see it, I regretted not having stopped in. I made it my mission the rest of the drive to keep an eye out for another one. Surely it couldn’t be the only one out there?!

We made a pitstop before going to our hotel in Houston to check out the Menil collection. (My plans of checking out Buc-Ees would have to wait until tomorrow’s drive). I didn’t expect such a varied collection. The collection ranged from ancient stuff to a great selection of works by Magritte (further cementing my love of him). There were a few other buildings in the museum aside from the main one. As we walked to the Cy Wombly collection it started raining lightly. I was not impressed with his work. Things kind of only went downhill from there. The Drawing building consisted of some very repetitive work by one person that felt like an art school project (maybe it was?). Back outside it was raining much harder, the sky was black and it was thundering. It was so loud and close that it kept scaring me. There was one lightning strike that was pretty much next to us, even though we didn’t actually see it, it happened at the same time as the thunder. We ran through the rain to what was once a grocery store but was now supposed to house a cool exhibit made of lights only to find out it was closed. Why didn’t they inform us when we arrived at the main building?! The last stop on the tour was the fresco chapel. That one we at least knew it was closed for renovation but at least we could look at the outside. Given how close the lightning still was and how hard it was raining, it was not really worth it. We had a scary speed-walk back to the car, through a neighbourhood full of trees.

We got to the car just as the rain intensified. By the time we got to the hotel it was pouring. At first, I could see Minute Maid park just up the block. A few minutes later I could see nothing out the window. It was a torrential downpour and the thunder kept setting off the same car alarm- every few minutes it would wail for a few seconds. We sat in the room trying to plan out what to do. We didn’t want to stand in line in the rain, we would wait until just before the game started before heading out. Just as I opened up my ebook, Brent noticed that it had started to clear up a bit. We ran for it to the stadium, the sky looked like it wasn’t finished.

We did a full lap of the concourse and assessed all of our food options. Brent got a beer from Crawford brewery which had been on my list of top food items, as they made a beer especially for the ballpark. It came in a souvenir cup and wasn’t that bad of a deal actually. One of the first vendors I had seen was selling cider and they were the only one. The St. Arnold’s cider also came in a souvenir cup. The guy filled it to the brim and I had to stand there sipping it until it was no longer threatening to spill over. On our walk Brent had noticed a sign for Torchy’s Tacos, a well known Austin place. We had to take a minor detour to the second level. We had gotten to the park early and really hadn’t eaten much since the sandwiches in the car. These would be a nice snack to tide us over until later. We split two tacos: “trailer trash” (fried chicken) and a pork one. We had opposing views, I was dead-set on the fried chicken one being the better of the two. On the way to our seats Brent got a second beer (that’s how long we wandered the concourse). I really liked the name of it, Hopsadillo. Except now we had three souvenir cups, because apparently draft beer is better than in a can? I was still slowly working on my cider.

In the 3rd inning Tampa Bay hit a home run and it landed in the bullpen just below us. A few minutes later Brent checked Reddit to see if we had gotten on TV and at the same moment Ryan sent a very grainy screen cap of us sitting in the stands.

In the middle of the 4th inning I suggested we go for food at the end of it. I knew I was risking missing a home run and not getting to see the train full of oranges ride across the outfield board but I was hungry. No sooner had I said it, Yuli Gurriel hit a home run! The streak was broken! San Francisco was an anomaly! The train was so cute, puttering along and blowing its whistle. (We later saw that they had an actual guy in there dressed as a conductor). We split an oyster po’boy and an order of pork burnt ends tater tots from Street Eats. This just added to our souvenir collection, the tots were served in a plastic baseball helmet. The po’boy was delicious but unruly to eat, and why why why would they include tomatoes?! The pork burnt ends were tasty but overall the dish was just too heavy and too much, I could only eat it in little increments. We had gone back to St. Arnold’s for my final round. When getting my cider, I had noticed that they also had a margarita machine back there. What I only found out as I now stood in line was that the margarita was served in, of all things, a giant souvenir flute with a baseball base. Great, add it to the pile. It was called a “yard margarita” and it did not disappoint. I had a swirl of regular and strawberry. Of all the souvenir items we only kept one of the St. Arnold’s pint cups and one of the Crawford ones.

During the 7th inning stretch almost no one sang “Take Me Out to the Ballgame” but when “Deep in the Heart of Texas” came on right after everyone started singing it. The 8th inning was the most eventful. There were a few instances of “bases loaded” walks and a few singles. At the time there was a lot of excitement about it all. At the top of the 9th we booed Osuna. In the elevator back at the hotel we met some Tampa fans who complimented the Skydome and downtown Toronto. By the time we were back in the hotel room I was so tired, it was 10:45pm and I still had to shower and write everything down in my notebook.

 
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Posted by on September 13, 2019 in Travel

 

Miss NOLA TX: Day 1

Miss NOLA TX: Day 1

Tues. Aug. 27, 2019:
Toronto flight to New Orleans, Louisiana:

Even with taking a Lyft from work to the airport and cutting it close, I still beat Brent to the check-in gate. Thankfully security and customs were quick and I had time to grab lunch. I decided to try out Wahlburgers. Brent had gotten lunch before getting to the airport so I was on my own. I got the BBQ bacon burger with guacamole. I was not impressed, the burger was mediocre and the bun terrible. The sweet potato tots on the side were alright.

There’s always a certain level of stress involved when you have a layover. We had a 50-minute connection in Washington-Dulles airport and the whole time in Toronto there was a sense of unease. Thankfully our flight was on time and we made the connection. I even had time to pop by Dunkin’ Donuts for a fix. I caved and had the cinnamon sugar pumpkin spice latte- EVEN THOUGH it was still only August, way too soon. It was a whole mess of confusion when I tried to order. They guy said they were sold out of small. So, I said, fine make a small in a medium cup, I don’t care. He conferred with his co-worker and repeated that small was sold out. I ended up getting a medium and only drinking half. It was alright, not very pumpkin-y or very cinnamon-y, just sweet.

Both of our flights didn’t have TV’s in the seatbacks. The only option was to download United Airlines app and watch on my tablet, pass. Instead I read “Devil in the White City” and got from 30% to a solid 75% of the way through it. We got snacks on both flights. Not just any snacks: stroopwafel and Biscoff cookies! The first time Brent went for the pretzels and I was shocked, those didn’t even register for me as viable snack options. I wavered between the two but in the end opted for the stroopwafel. Partly due to my love of Stuff You Should Know but also the fact that Biscoff cookies are now in Canada. On our flight out of Toronto we had a great flight attendant, she was very efficient ensuring everything ran smoothly and directing everyone. I wish she could be on all my flights. We watched as a man struggled to understand that 1) his luggage didn’t fit into the overhead bin and 2) it would have to be checked. The saga continued during the flight when he reached into the overhead bin, expecting to find his luggage.

I was mad at the Dulles airport. We had to switch terminals but to get there we had to take what at first seemed like a tram. Except it was an 8-minute (!!!) wait, I was just imaging what would have happened had our first flight been delayed. When we boarded, we realized it was more a giant room on wheels. It was really weird.

LOUISIANA!!!! State #35!! It was so hot and muggy when we landed. We took a taxi to our hotel in the French Quarter of New Orleans. I loved that Soniat House had a hotel cat named Claire. The guy told us that if we ever saw her meowing outside his door to let her in, he also said he talks to her. This was my kind of place. We walked to dinner at Bon Ton Café, passing by Jackson Square. The buildings in the French Quarter were all so pretty with balconies overlooking the street and gaslit lamps by the doors. We lucked out, Bon Ton Café had a special price fixe menu for August and it was both cheaper than a la carte and it had all the things we wanted to try. Plus, we didn’t both have to get the same things. It was perfect. I ordered a glass of Robert Mondavi cabernet because there was no cocktail menu and we had just been to California. It was only as we looked at the dinner menu, that I noticed in the bottom corner a small text box with info about their house cocktail. Guess I would be having a second. We started with fried freshwater catfish bites and gumbo. Both were really good, but Brent won round one with the gumbo. I had the shrimp creole and Brent had some kind of local fish (it may have been called Wayne something? The lady was unclear). Both were excellent. The cocktail was so good! I wish I had known about it, I would’ve happily had two given how much I had disliked the wine. For dessert we actually both ordered the same thing (a rarity). Bon Ton was known for their bread pudding with whisky sauce. It was written about in Brent’s 1001 Foods book and the Toronto Star travel section featured it. The dessert arrived on Bon Ton branded plates. It was delicious but oh man was the whisky sauce strong. It was not baked along with the bread pudding, just poured on top after. I never imagined it was possible to get drunk off a dessert.

On the way back we stopped at a 24-hour liquor store on Canal St. because you can open-carry alcoholic drinks in New Orleans. We had seen people on our way to dinner and now we felt like we had to partake. The selection in the mart was subpar. Brent ended up getting a Dixie beer but he didn’t realize it was light. I sipped a Jack Daniel’s cocktail. Yes, the selection was that bad. My other option had been a small bottle of sangria but it had an ugly bottle cap that listed the 13% alc/vol, which after that whisky sauce I was not sure I could handle. It was a slow bloated walk back. We passed by so many haunted tours but none of them had the right ambiance. Where were the black cloaks? The lanterns? On the way back we saw Claire by the office, as a I bent down to pet her, Carlos opened the door to let her in. I was going to do that! I just wanted to pet her first. Our hotel had an honour bar where you could mix your own drinks but I was too tired and had already had quite enough. We checked out the hotel patio and the upstairs veranda. Down below was another ghost tour. I joked about going to our room and getting some sheets and pretending to be ghosts. I was really looking forward to showering, I was drenched in sweat and so tired and my allergies were kicking into high gear. I needed sleep.

 
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Posted by on September 8, 2019 in 1001 Foods, Travel

 
 
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