Hellooo New Orleans!
It’s our last night in NOLA and even though we’ve been careful not to waste a moment of our time, I wish we could have spent one more day here. We’re staying at the Marriot and, though it’s a 15-minute walk to the French Quarter, I’m really happy with our hotel. It’s in the Arts/Warehouse district, a slightly more “bourgeoisie” area than the tourist-laden streets of the French Quarter. Because we’ve literally been walking everywhere, we’ve seen and explored a lot more than we would have had we stayed at a more centrally located hotel and the exposure makes me feel a little less of a tourist.
Our first stop was a random deli we passed by on our way to the WWII museum. We shared a fried oyster po’boy and I’m not exaggerating when I say Benny and I literally spent the rest of the trip talking and dreaming about that first meal. The sandwich was that good. It helped that the counter guys were real friendly too. We must have spent a full twenty minutes chatting with them, a comical image of two huge, 250-lb Irish guys with big fros with two comparatively tiny tourists from New York. It was a memorable moment, and they gave us our first taste of the infamous NOLA food and hospitality. Continue reading
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