Sunday, September 14, 2008

Day Three

A Big Day in the Big Easy

First of all, let me just say that this vacation posting is taking a little longer than I anticipated. I've had two blog-worthy weekends since I've started these posts and I don't feel like I can interrupt the order of things to blog about them! That's pretty OCD...but sometimes I DO like a little order in my life.
Okay, onto Day Three. Tropical Storm Fay arrived in New Orleans on Sunday, so we spent the whole day looking for things to do inside. It was really windy and we had one pathetic International Paper mini-umbrella to share and it kept flipping inside out. We have since purchased ponchos in case we're ever caught in a tropical storm again.

We ate a late breakfast at Cafe Fleur de Lis in the French Quarter which was a pretty typical breakfast. Brent's omelette had crawfish in it, but other than that it was something we could have gotten here. At this point in the trip I was still a little skeptical of crawfish, but later on I will broaden my horizons.

Me and some fountain during a break in the rain...and that's Andrew Jackson and his horse behind me

We made our way to the French Market, seeking shelter in little boutiques along the way. The French Market turned out to be a flea market, and compared to Shipshewana it wasn't much. However, there were lots of alligator claws, voodoo dolls, and feathered masks that I don't recall ever seeing in Shipshe. I bought a candle, a picture, yada yada yada.

Yup, here I am in the French Market

Yes, except they're not. But we love them.

On a side note, if you EVER see me driving around with this sign in my car, please schedule an intervention. (I hope this doesn't offend any extreme pet lovers...but come on, Westie Taxi??)

After shopping we went to the original Cafe Du Monde, which serves cafe au lait and French doughnuts called Beignets. In Nawlins, the natives call these "Bay-ja-nets", and in French they're pronounced "Ben-yays". Now, three years of French in high school doesn't make me an expert, and I kept getting confused. I kept pretending like I could pronounce everything, but I really couldn't. It was fun testing my French...and finding out that I needed to start over with "Je m'appelle" and learning how to count to ten. By the way, you can order Beignet mix at the link above, which means these doughnuts are at your fingertips...all you have to do is fry them up.

Brent, pondering about when his doughnuts will be ready.

We went to dinner at another Brennan restaurant, where I tried ratatouille for the first time. I just love the movie, so I was pretty pumped to try it. Needless to say, it was surprising when a side plate of vegetables, mainly eggplant, was delivered to the table. I don't know what I expected, but something more than veggies! It was okay, but I expected more after the way the food critic carried on about the rat's creation in the movie. As Big Lou explained it to me, that's entirely the point of having the rat serve ratatouille - because it's simple and it reminded the critic of his childhood when his mother made the dish and before he became such a snoot. Well - okay - but I just figured it was because it was a RAT making RATatouille. Is it just me or is Pixar/Disney more complicated than it used to be?

Ratatouille...doesn't look that great, eh?

By the way, our waiter was propositioned by a woman at the table next to us...and he accepted. She was a little crazy, and he seemed to like it. Guess you had to be there, but I was uncomfortable.

Brent and I headed back to the hotel pretty early since it was Sunday night and not much was happening. We stopped at Harrah's first, which was caddy-corner to the hotel, and proceeded to lose $50 in about 3 minutes at a Blackjack table. We weren't even sitting there long enough to get a free drink! I'm not much of a gambler, but according to Brent the $10 minimum really messed with us. I AM a math person, and I can understand how that happened. We high-tailed it out of there, but not before getting our clothes all smoky.

Day Four - Join us as we visit plantation country and make our way to Austin.


Rachel said...

I totally understand your OCDness about having to keep the trip updates in order. No need to explain yourself on that one. You had my cracking up at the westie taxi sign. I would laugh so hard if you put that in your car!! Keep the updates coming!

Michael said...

Double-down! You can make your money back!!!! And don't under-estimate the ability to intimidate the dealer by betting MORE than the table minimum. That's another sure-fire way to get back on top fast!