I should be studying for my Vacation Bible School class tomorrow morning, but after the way the hoodlums my precious charges acted this morning, I think I’d best practice a headlock. Or my death stare.
I already posted a few pics of my super fun, hotter than Hades weekend in New Orleans with our friends M and F, but here are a few others that my parents can see…that can’t be used against me in a court of law… highlight some of the good times we had.
Our first stop on the way to the hotel from the airport was Franky and Johnny’s.
So dive-y that our cab driver was stunned that we had stopped there.
So dive-y that my flip flops stuck to the dirty floor as we made our way to the table.
That’s when I knew it was going to be absolutely fantastic.
We started with crawfish and demolished this trayful in less than 3 minutes.
I kid you not.
Mr. CPQ got the shrimp po’ boy (that’s a happy man you see here).
I ordered the half muffaletta. This is HALF of the half – notice how much of the plate it covers.
Craig made me turn the sandwich around so you could see the olive salad.
I was touched he cared about you all.
But not so touched that I let him eat a bite.
From there we went to the hotel which was located at the corner of Bourbon and Canal. We dropped our bags in the room and hit the ground running because we wanted to get oysters for appetizers before our dinner at Cochon. We had planned on going to Acme, but our local guide in town (a friend of M’s) told us that the charbroiled oysters at Dragos were better.
I didn’t have my camera with me, but this picture is from their website and they looked exactly like what you see. And fun thing – M found a pearl in his!
From there we wandered down to Jackson Square, up Royal Street and over to Bourbon Street then back to the hotel where we changed to go out for a late dinner at Cochon where again, I didn’t have my camera but the food was fantastic. We all ordered different things and ate off each other’s plates. Brisket, cochon de lait, house made sausages, ribs, macaroni and cheese, collard greens…my stomach is starting to hurt again just thinking about it.
After rolling out of the restaurant, we hopped a cab to Cafe Du Monde for dessert at 11:30 and waddled home.
This picture of Cafe Du Monde was obviously not taken at night, but the next day when we were back at Jackson Square (after stopping for a mid-morning break at Brennan’s).
And don’t click for a larger image – I just snagged that pic off their website because I was having a bad hair day on Saturday so any pictures of me have been deleted.
We were going to the French Market to participate in the festivals that were going on (Seafood Festival, Zydeco Festival and the Tomato Festival), and we happened upon a Second Line forming in the Square. Of course, we had to join in. Here are Craig, M and F dancing all the way down to the French Market.
And what was leading our illustrious little parade?
Yep – I was dancing after a shrimp.
We spent most of the day eating fried seafood, browsing the flea market and listening to music, then headed back to the hotel to freshen up for our romantic “just the two of us” dinner at August. We stopped by Harrah’s on our way back and contributed to the New Orleans economic recovery fund before calling it a night. We needed to save up for the granddaddy of all experiences the next morning – brunch at Commander’s Palace because by this point, we’d obviously not eaten enough.
It may look kitschy, but it’s old school, baby. Jackets, please, for the gentlemen.
It was a wonderful way to cap off the weekend.
Bread pudding souffle….
And old and new friends….
Good times, indeed.
Have a nice day.