I was there for almost a week. I arrived with a cold. Imagine
being
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in NO and not being able to taste anything for three days :< Is
that
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hell, or what?
Never made it to the French Quarter (we were in the Warehouse District). Eventually, I did manage to enjoy a couple of lunches. One of the buffets had fried alligator. I think they just fried chicken pieces and told us it was alligator ("Ha! Les tourists..."😉, because it tasted like chicken :>
In consolation for not being able to enjoy the food to the fullest, I bought a small cookbook. I probably won't make anything in it but I needed something...
If you want to see what's going on at Bourbon Street, check out the webcam at bigeasy.com (At this moment there is a big green garbage truck in the way.)
Sue(tm) Lead me not into temptation... I can find it myself!
I was there for almost a week. I arrived with a cold. Imagine
being
Quoted message said:
in NO and not being able to taste anything for three days :< Is
that
Quoted message said:
hell, or what?
Never made it to the French Quarter (we were in the Warehouse District). Eventually, I did manage to enjoy a couple of lunches. One of the buffets had fried alligator. I think they just fried chicken pieces and told us it was alligator ("Ha! Les tourists..."😉, because it tasted like chicken :>
In consolation for not being able to enjoy the food to the fullest, I bought a small cookbook. I probably won't make anything in it but I needed something...
If you want to see what's going on at Bourbon Street, check out the webcam at bigeasy.com (At this moment there is a big green garbage truck in the way.)
Sue(tm) Lead me not into temptation... I can find it myself!
But how many beads did you collect?
About as many as you'd expect of someone sneezing into a wad of tissue... Sue(tm) Lead me not into temptation... I can find it myself!
Is there still a cafe called the "Coffee Pot" - it would be on St. Peter by Preservation Hall between Bourbon and Royal.
It was there a year ago. I had gumbo and one of the jambolayas with the local beer. It was The Perfect way to spend a rainy afternoon. The nice lady even let me smoke a cigar in the barroom, while I wrote a letter.
