Sorry I missed posting last week – personal life (or just life, I suppose) has been a bit challenging lately, but nothing I can’t handle. Here are some more memorable moments from New Orleans:
Dinner at Root with Summer and Kathy, the best meal I’ve had in years. The menu is meaty, and I’m more of a fish and chicken girl, so in the spirit of trying some of their specialty dishes I had to ask the waitress to rename them for me.
The fried pig ears that garnished my salad (!) became non-vegetarian Funyuns. And our appetizer of face bacon (not making that up) became Just Bacon. (It was tasty, but I could only get down one bite before I gave up. I couldn’t erase the image of the waitress making a circular cutting motion on her face to indicate where it came from on the pig.)
Also: A large young woman walking down Decatur with a larger, older woman, enjoying the sun and conversation. They were obviously mother and daughter. A man in a wheelchair going the other direction slowed down to say to the younger one, “You look just your mama, congratulations.” He said this with genuine admiration, and I could see it made their day.
Drinks with the locals at The Abbey. A cigarette machine, “Purple Rain” on the jukebox, cheap drinks, and a bartender who called me “my sweet.” Swoon.
The Congo Square Rhythms Festival. Free, fantastic music with a bonus young white guy, shirtless and shoeless, doing interpretive twirling with a hula hoop. His cigarette hung from his lip and when it fell to the ground he picked it up, plugged it back into his mouth, and kept twirling.
Cafe du Monde, of course. The savory mushroom/spinach pudding topped with fried eggs at Horn’s, the fish/shrimp platter at Felix’s, and more seafood at Cafe Soule. Hearing every bartender say, “Is that for here or to go?” (Which I actually never took advantage of, but was happy to have the option. Also, I was on foot. I don’t think even The Big Easy encourages drinking and driving.)
The shuttle picked me up at 4:15 a.m. to catch my flight home. Driving through the Quarter to pick up the other passengers, we passed a man lying motionless, face down in the street, and when a couple of us expressed concern, the driver casually swerved around him and said, “He’ll be all right.”
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