Airplane Follies

No secret to anyone who knows me; I hate to fly.  It just gives me really bad anxiety, and I feel like I am working out for the entire duration of the flight.

So I'll do anything to keep my mind off the fact that I am 30,000 feet in the air.  Which includes, but is not limited to: vodka tonics and picture taking.  I mean why not?  So here are a few that I took while trying not to die.

 I think the first picture accurately describes how I feel on an airplane, and how B is not scared, even one bit.  

Then of course, the obligatory out the window cloud shots.  We haven't flown at night in a long time, and it was kind of neat to see all the lights of New Orleans flying in.

Sunday NOLA Bar Crawl

We started Sunday off with breakfast at one of our favorite New Orleans spots for breakfast, Cafe Beignet.  There are a few locations in the quarter, but we prefer the one with the music legends out front.  You can sit outside and listen to local musicians.  Fabulous musicians.  And it's very rarely crowded.

Cajun hashbrowns with green bell peppers, onions and andouille sausage?  Most favorite breakfast ever.  B had some beignets.  And then?  They even had a banana tree.

After a short nap (breakfast did it to us!), we decided to walk down to the French Market.  I pretty much just wanted to get a yummy drink and sit down (it was quite windy and my skirt kept blowing up), so we hit up the Gazebo Cafe for the first of many drinks of the day.

B had a spicy bloody Mary and I had a Louisiana lemonade.  Yum yum.

 We then decided it was time for somewhere cooler.  And we could only think of one place that was dark and dungeon-like.

Pat O's!

If you get the chance to, skip out on the traditional Hurricane and try the Purple People Eater.  Both give you just enough, without making you feel drunk.

 

Then we hit up Jean-Lafitte's Blacksmith Bar for some brews.  This is also a great hangover spot.  All dark and whatnot.  Be careful not to walk into the men's bathroom. You think the women's is back in the same spot; it's not.  And the men's room is all trench style.  Not a good experience for me.

Then for our final stop of the day, we went to the Hotel Monteleone for the Carousel Bar and for some sazerac.  Which isn't the greatest drink in the world, but very appropriate in New Orleans.

These were just the bars in the quarter; we did hit up Spotted Cat on Frenchman, but I ended up not feeling so well, and we left.  There are some other greats on Frenchman too, so make up your own bar crawl, and have fun! 

Pizza and Oysters - Nawlins style.

I love to eat.  It's no secret based on the posts that I frequently do.  B and I love to watch the food shows; not the cooking ones, but the ones where they talk about the most amazing restaurants and what they eat while there.

so a while back, while we were just chilling in bed, we actually saw a restaurant come up that we could actually try in the near future.

and there was Dominica.  A fancy upscale pizza place that a snazzy happy hour (half price drinks and pizza!) for us poor people.

They had a ton of pizza that looked delicious, but we decided on the prosciutto one, because, well, I can't think of anything on earth better than prosciutto.  

since we only had a few tiny slices of pizza, we knew that we were going to be hungry later.  of course, you know us, we are not one for touristy places, but I was the mood for something fried with french fries and a few oysters . So we hit up Acme Oyster House.

The place was still packed out at 9pm, so we sat all the down at the end of the bar.  And apparently they were lucky seats.  We made friends with a guy who was standing there ordering drinks for his friends, and decided that we were nice people, so he bought us two dozen oysters; one dozen chargrilled (amazing!) and a dozen raw.

Acme smothered the chargrilled ones with parmesan and butter, making them extra better.  And the raw ones were superb with just a little horseradish and lemon juice.

Oh, how I love oysters.