New Orleans Was A Blast!

[font size="1" color="#FF0000"]LAST EDITED ON 10-27-03 AT 06:16AM (CST)[/font][p]I'll be honest. Five nights on Bourbon Street with company credit cards is tooo much for any one human being! The Amtrak ride was fabulous and the bloody mary's onboard were fair. The ambiance of the French Quarter never changes and remains as I recall it from two decades ago. Although there's much, much more to N.O. than The French Quarter and Bourbon Street, I was rather limited to that area. The place is a 25 year old's dream! Here's the food rundown: Gazebo Cafe on Decatur in French Market for platter of raw oysters with flounder and gumbo with a great black blues band who were sort of X-rated. The Red Fish Grill on Bourbon has the absolute best oyster combination called Three-Way which included Rockefeller, Oudouille (sp) and Bienville. Ordered a dozen Three-Way and was so impressed I had to order another half dozen of the Odouille with their famous glaze sauce. Marinated Cajun Shrimp and Frog leg appetizers. Had to go to Dickie Brennan's Steakhouse on Iberville Street the last night there. Just a few doors off Bourbon. Very expensive. Had the 24 oz. Porterhouse and I would rate this in the top two or three steaks of my lifetime. I asked about Eggs Hussard (Margaret) but was told it was the wrong time of day for that. Our group of 22 did group-night on Wednesday with corporate paying the tab at Pat O'Brien's. I passed on the sweet Hurricanes and opted for shots with lime and sweet tea with dinner. I had the fried Alligator appetizer, strips sorta like chicken but sweeter. The main meal at my end of the table was steak, redfish, oysters and a torched-etoufee thing I can't describe. I could not get enough oysters and seemed to eat them daily, somewhere. Margaritaville is a large ripoff. The novelty store with the same name is super pricey but nothing special. You could buy anything imaginable made in China with the name Margaritaville stamped on it ranging from dildos to leather jackets with fox collars. The restaurant by the same name had snob waiters and was a high-brow dump so I walked out after we sat there for 20 minutes. Yes, Miz Ingram, I did have Beignets at 4 p.m. on Tuesday Afternoon. Donuts go very well with beer I learned and the shrunken-head place is right next door. The Lucky Dog wagons were everywhere with those really great hot dogs. On my second night I realized the lady on the corner of St. Peter and Bourbon (who could not leave her post) would trade me a Lucky Dog for a one dollar cup of beer each night at 11:00. They didn't have to worry about her eating up the profit since I think she only had two teeth. The world's best hot dog, for sure! Lots of loud but good music, more than enough people of questionable sexual persuasion, hookers to please every palate (I reckon), some people whose sex you could not guess if your life depended on it. More Harleys than I've seen in a while parked 40 in a row block after block sometimes, beads being slung downward from every angle, Every kind of music you could hope for. Tons of 'artists' at their easels over in the French Market area, all claiming to do the 'Best Elvis on Velvet' and who were really good at charcoal renditions of whoever was sitting in the chair. The old Catholic Cathedral in the Market area was neat but was surprised to see a shop set up inside the church selling candles and such. Who was that 'guy' awhile back who ran the money changers out of the temple?? Each morning I went out on Bourbon at 7:00 just for the heck of it before 8:00 a.m. class. Not a soul hardly in sight except for the guys pressure hosing out the cafes and dives and the garbage trucks whizzing by and a few people walking to work. Excellent hotel. Training was by J.J.Keller and was excellent covering the totality of 1910 OSHA which is a required 30 hour class sit-through. Low-Carb starts tomorrow! Everyone's gift is in the mail! Trust me.

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  • Welcome "home"!

    I've never been to New Orleans, but rumor has it our childcare association is planning our next conference there. If we do end up there, I'll have to refer back to your post and the others about food/entertainment in the area.

    You were missed, as I'm sure you've already figured out if you've had the chance to catch up on your Forum reading. x:D
  • Sounds like you had a great time. Note to self- if I ever go to N.O., wear loose clothes, it sounds like a food lovers paradise!
  • But, how were the hamburgers?
  • He's backkkkkk! Sounds like you had a great time. Wish I were there. But....as all good things come to an end, it's time to get back into the groove. As you peruse the Forum, you will see how the children behaved while you were gone. I checked my mail and found nothing, zero, nada, zilch. Where is it?

  • Great re-cap. I will save this too, in hopes of getting there next year. I once took Amtrak from Ohio to California. Experience of a life time. Now we just need to hear how Beagles conference went..
  • An OSHA training seminar on this side of the tracks is never so much fun. Are you sure you really went to all the sessions? So you say...x;-). I figure you probably didn't have a chance over the weekend, so today was probably you're first opportunity to wrap and mail stuff - I'll check mine around Wednesday. Sounds like a great time - welcome back!
  • Dang! I am so jealous! It sounds as though you put that company credit card to good use! Welcome back - for all of the teasing, we sure missed you!
  • When can we look for an up-to-date story in USA Deep South?
    I'm sure you will change the names to protect the innocent!!!
  • Actually, there's a new one posted there now, titled 'Tchula Line'. It's not about the Amtrak ride, but it does revolve around a train, sort of. Go to October Articles on page 1.

    I learned one more thing in New Orleans that applies to The Forum. There are these guys who occasionally walk the street with a shovel cleaning up behind the mules that pull all those carriages around. The mules do have dookie bags (not doggie bags) but sometimes the shovel comes in handy. Anyway, not to elaborate further; but, I would much rather have that job than the job of following Beagle and Ray around on the Forum the entire week I was gone, shoveling up after them. Compared to that task, the New Orleans guy has a dream job. The Kansas City Stockyard Fieldhand Handbook references BS less than those two.
  • So Don, now tell us the truth. Everything beyond the 5th line in your tome above is pure fiction, right? That's OK, it won't hurt to tell us what really happened - we will still revere you as our unofficial leader. Isn't it true between the bloody mary's and all those oysters the first night, you were so wasted, you could barely make it to the meetings during the day, and at night you were sprawled across the bed is shear gut wrenching agony? Come clean.
  • Look Ray-Toot. Every word I wrote is true and I even cut it 'short'. But I did think about you every time I passed one of those greasy-spoon 25 cent burger joints with the hairy-legged woman standing in the door. Something about them just seemed to croon for a 'trumpet guy'. PS: Ritaanz; did you leave a leather item in my room?

  • Welcome back and glad you had fun! What hotel did you stay in? We have stayed at the Bourbon on Orleans and the Bourbon Ramada, both nice. Always looking for a new place. Also, do they have alot of street performers during October months. We always enjoyed them, I think they have to be approved to perform in the French Quarter, so they are usually pretty fun acts. Also glad you liked the dogs, I read a book about the vendors and they are an interesting lot.

    Elizabeth
  • Stayed on the fifth floor of The Royal Sonesta. It's four blocks down on Bourbon from Canal. Huge one square block hotel. The little sign on the back of the door said $450 room rate, but we got a break. There was a 'mini-bar' in each room. It was stocked with liquor, snacks and all sorts of soft drinks and juices and my dumb b=tt thought they were complimentary. Quite a shock at checkout. Yes, there were 'performers' on the streets; but, I doubt any of them had licenses or health department cards for that matter. No jugglers or unicycle wheelers this time of year. But there were enough impersonators and bugle blowers walking the streets to make up for them. And plenty of women indicating they had no place to stay the night. And of course there were wall to wall people walking/crawling both directions from 6 pm until probably early a.m. each day. If I were 25 years old I would not be here today. Wish I had one of those hot dogs right now.
  • Sounds like you made some great memories. Welcome back.
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