While New York is the Queen, I was stoked that my farewell trip took me to New Orleans. It’s southern, it’s irreverent, it’s got serious soul and a music culture like nowhere else on earth. And they put dilly beans on everything! Salad? Put a dilly bean on it. Bloody Mary? Garnish with a dilly bean! It’s such a special city. Again, don’t let these photos fool you, I was working while there. But a girl’s gotta eat! And drink sweet tea. Lots of sweet tea.
Well, hello, Bourbon street!
I love a city that wears her jewels.
And that has not one, but two signature drinks. I was able to sample both. The first was the Hurricane at Pat O’Brien’s. I’ve had them before at a bachelorette party, while touring a cemetery. Never thought I would type that sentence.
New Orleans also boasts the Sazerac. The Sazerac is “America’s first cocktail” and you simply must have one while sitting in a leather chair at The Roosevelt. Key word for me being one. That thing is strong! It was all I could do to not make a yucky face after every sip.
The beignets are the most delicious thing ever. Best served warm with plenty of dips into the bag for extra powdered sugar and a cup of chicory coffee with a generous serving of cream. If you ever have the chance to go to New Orleans – GO! I heard some people compare it to Vegas. Sure, if you seek out that atmosphere on Bourbon Street. But I don’t. I enjoy the amazing music you can find in every type of restaurant at all times of day. And the supreme quality of the food and drink. And how everyone there clearly loves their city and want to make sure that you leave loving it as much as they do (see: the amazing conversation I had with my cab driver on the way to the airport). I mean – you can hire your own parade there! I may have followed a bridal party dancing down the street with their own band!
So yes, please go. And invite me to come with you!