The day after Fat Tuesday, was a bit rough but we managed to get up relatively early and explore NOLA, post Mardi Gras. Oh, and my luggage arrived! I cried. We tried going to Mother’s again but there was a line up which would have been fine if we weren’t starving. So we hopped in a cab to The French Quarter hoping it wasn’t as dead as The Warehouse District – everything was closed. Acme, was on our list of restaurants to try but they had a line up too. I pride myself in the extensive research I did prior to our trip but I picked too many popular places to eat and we were always too hungry to wait in line. We crossed the street and entered Felix’s, a diner established in the early 1900’s that feels like a place where the locals eat. I loved everything about this place: the oysters, fried crawfish tails, the reasonable prices and the friendly service.
Next stop was Carousel Bar & Lounge, located in Hotel Monteleone. We were too hungover to sit at the rotating bar but the view of Royal Street was just as entertaining, I also had the best Bloody Mary of my life. It was such a dreary, raining day but I bought a rain poncho and we marched on to St. Louis Cemetery No. 1. The cemetery is small, so if you’re cheap there are multiple tours happening, just nonchalantly follow them like we did.
Crawfish at Montrel’s. I don’t want to talk about this horrible experience. Ever.
The next day we took the St. Charles street car to The Garden District. The sun finally came out so we went searching for a patio, naturally. I think our day spent in The Garden District was the highlight of the trip. Firstly, the St. Charles street car is so old and slow, we could have walked faster. Local joggers kept passing us, it was hilarious. We found a pub on Magazine Street, called The Bulldog. The picture above is of a massive tap fountain we sat in front of. If you flip a coin for a wish they donate the proceeds to local charities. Our bartender was a doll and let us try samples of the enormous beer selection. We favoured the HOPS flavour of Abita, Spring IPA. And pints were only $4.50.
Before heading to Lafayette Cemetery, we sat outside of Coquette for a small bite to eat. Although, this is something we can get in Toronto (maple syrup and all) we were still pleasantly surprised how delicate and rich the Butternut Squash Cavatelli was. The Old Fashioned Donut with huckleberries, oatmeal crunch and sour cream ice cream was a tiny little piece of perfection – even for two people who do not have a sweet tooth. The sun was setting on Magazine Street so we jumped back on the St. Charles street car for a leisurely ride home.
Spending our last night in the French Quarter, we started at The Roosevelt Hotel for a famous local drink called a Sazerac, then I blacked out. Joking! But this was the strongest drink I’ve ever had and after we drank one, shit got real. We went everywhere! From bar to bar we heard all kinds of live music, met some friends/crack heads, watched an amateur male stripping show at a bar called Oz, danced at a rock bar, a country bar, a hip hop bar and somehow got home safe and sound.
On Friday, we had a few hours to kill before our flight home so we went to The French Market in search of the famous sandwich called a Muffuletta. Look at this monster! It has layers of meats and cheese then topped with an olive and pickled vegetable salsa. This is the best thing I’ve ever put in my mouth – the perfect end to an amazing trip! I really enjoyed New Orleans, and I’m looking forward to visiting again. But next time perhaps I’ll drink less booze and eat more food. But I doubt it.