I made my first visit to New Orleans last month for work and all I have to show for it are pictures of food, food, Bourbon Street, and more food. So please enjoy and salivate.
I expected to be overwhelmed with Saints championship signs, but I only saw this little poster by baggage claim.
So that's what the French Quarter looks like without the vomiting, public urination, and beads.
Bourbon Street was either overrated or I'm just getting older. It wasn't much other than trashy blocks of tourists who are there to make the scene they've heard about. A self-fulfilling night to be sure.
Every bar said it had the strongest drinks in the area, but it seemed like all drinks were wayyyyy watered down. I did what I could to fulfill the scene, but it shouldn't have been impossible to do on a Thursday night.
If you weren't drunk enough last night, here's a bar in the mall serving hurricanes all day.
New Orleans' homecooking is pretty simple…just add shellfish to rice and beans with a little spice. It was tasty, but I wasn't wowed.
Check it out! Who knew you could keep Kosher in this land of oysters, shrimp, crawfish, and crabs.
I tried some Pralines because that's what Wikipedia suggested I do. They were just okay, even all 6 flavors I tried from Southern Candymakers.
Lots of beads and masks to be found.
Chris Paul was much taller in person than I ever expected.
Mmmmm, oysters at Acme Oyster House, also known as the best meal during the four days I was in town. Might be the final Louisiana oysters for a long time.
The charbroiled oysters were spectacular. Finally a meal with some real flavor.
The two dozen oysters I ate weren't anywhere close to getting me on this board. I'd have to eat 15 dozen. The record is held by IFOCE Sonya Thomas who downed 52 dozen in a little over 10 minutes.
The shortest escalator I've ever seen…
…that is until I saw a picture of this one in the Garden State Plaza Mall in my NJ neck of the woods.
I swung by Mothers for a 50/50 po'boy – ½ fried oysters and ½ fried shrimp. It was good, but again, it only tasted how I expected it to taste. There are no surprises with New Orleans cooking.
A steamboat on the Mississippi? Who knew.
That tugboat's heading straight for that shark fin!
A sole saxophonist playing along the Mississippi's Riverwalk.
Walking a mile in the heat and humidity to eat Café' du Monde was worth it.
I didn't know what a beignet was before this trip, but I sure am happy that I do now.
Café du Monde's food offerings consist of the fried dough and powdered sugar concoctions. I had no trouble finishing them off.
A final sunrise on the mighty Mississippi before heading home.