New Orleans is a foodie paradise. I was not kidding when I said that we drank and ate our way through the French Quarter!
Copper Monkey. It feels a little off the beaten path, even though it’s right near Bourbon Street. (A group of tourists behind us started screaming at one point, having been startled by a cockroach on the wall.) The banana beignets were so good that, after a single bite, I ascended to a higher plane of being for a few seconds. And it turned out that I hadn’t even reached the banana center. Jesse prodded me to take another bite, and I ascended all over again.
Ruby Slipper. A great breakfast stop that introduced me to the concept of having an Irish coffee in the morning. (Gotta love NOLA…)
Superior Seafood. This restaurant felt a bit more posh than, say, Johnny’s, but also family-friendly. If you’re into oysters, this is the place to go.
Mother’s. It has the same feel as Katz’s in NYC. You’re given a menu as you walk inside and have about ten seconds before peer pressure and inertia push you into making a slap-dash decision on your food choice. (It’s hilarious.) I had a savory bowl of gumbo, while my companions ordered some fine po’ boys.
Molly’s At the Market. Molly’s is a dark (but clean) Irish pub. Although I say “Irish pub” pretty lightly, since “Thriller” was playing as we entered the space. There are lots of photos of celebrity visitors up on the walls, just like at Mother’s. A friend of mine recommended Molly’s, so I’m continuing that trend: go to Molly’s and get a frozen Irish coffee. It was my favorite drink of the trip.
Pat O’Briens. This is the place everyone tells you to go to get a Hurricane. It’s delicious, and I can confirm that the “Category 5” margaritas are amazing, too.
The Dungeon. Locals will tell you that this is a vampire bar. It features a dark, narrow alleyway entrance (complete with red lighting). As I’m not a willing blood donor in that respect, I was a little hesitant to go inside…thank goodness that Jesse and Cassie changed my mind! I ordered a drink called Chastity Belt and was delighted by it. And both the bartender and doorman were friendly. It was my favorite stop on this trip.
The Sazerac Bar at Hotel Roosevelt. Fellow budget-travelers, prepare to be outranked and outclassed at this swanky establishment. I am 80% positive that I saw Shia LaBeouf sitting at the table next to ours — the percentage would’ve been higher, had I not been distracted by my drink. The cocktails are pricey and delectable. (And the Sazerac, the bar’s namesake, and one of America’s earliest cocktails, is, to quote Jesse, “a kick straight to the teeth.”)
Attiki Bar. This is a hookah bar with nice cocktails (and great food, actually). An entire wall of doors open up onto the street, which is great for people-watching and enjoying NOLA’s warmer climate.
And of course, who could forget about Café du Monde? I’ll write about that one next week: it’s so iconic that it deserves its own post, yeah?
Eat well, drink well, live well. And thanks for reading,
My traveling companions agree with me on this, so here’s the opinion of three collective people: Do NOT get the Hand Grenade drink. You’ll see countless tourists wandering around with those fluorescent monstrosities — don’t become one of them. I looked up the ingredients when I got home: vodka, gin, rum, grain alcohol and melon liqueur. It tastes like regret and disgust. Love yourself and just go get a second Hurricane instead!