Laissez les bons temps rouler! (New Orleans: 11.24-11.29, Part 2)

We decided the night before where we’d be headed for “breakfast” Monday morning.  The Milk Bar is a fantastic place that serves a delicious variety of sandwiches, milkshakes, and other goodies.  I had the “Wolf Me Down,” which features roasted lamb, mozzarella, tomatoes, sautéed spinach, red onion, and hummus on crunchy ciabatta bread.  I also ordered the Butterscotch Hop milkshake, which was one of the most amazing things I have ever tasted.  I love butterscotch-flavored things, and that shake reminded me of why I love butterscotch.  So good!

After that, we went to the Garden District for our Cemetery and Garden District tour, which was also booked through Free Tours by Foot.  The tour took us through Lafayette Cemetery No. 1, which was very cool and quite interesting.  Also, the fact that we went on a sort of drizzly, overcast day made it somehow better.  I even saw and heard some crows nearby.  The Garden District part of the tour was fairly good, mostly seeing all the pretty houses, but it seemed a bit drawn out and I eventually just wanted it to be over.  Cynthia had scheduled a past life reading for after the tour, so we went back to the French Quarter.  I wasn’t interested in and didn’t feel comfortable going into any voodoo shops, so Chantel and I wandered around and checked out some little shops on Royal St.  We also popped into Antoine’s Restaurant, which was actually more like a café than a restaurant, and ordered Italian cream sodas.  Mine was toasted marshmallow flavored.  It was quite nice.

Again, we took a little bit of time to rest in our rooms before grabbing dinner.  Monday’s choice was Louisiana Pizza Kitchen, where they make delicious pizza in a wood-burning oven.  We chose the Pepperoni Classic and, for something decidedly New Orleans, the Jambalaya pizza.  We also ordered the fried calamari appetizer.  Everything was fantastic, and I wish I could get one of those jambalaya pizzas down here in South Texas!

We had a vampire tour scheduled for that night, but with plenty of time to spare, we went for dessert at Café du Monde, where we got hot chocolate and shared an order of beignets.  We chatted for a while before heading off on a little walk, which took us to The Shops at Canal Place.  However, everything was closed, so all we could do was window shop.  When we got tired of that, we went to hang out in Jackson Square until it was time for our tour.  The vampire tour was booked through Haunted History Tours and was, in my opinion, the best of the three tours we went on during our trip.  Our guide was very captivating, told great stories in an intriguing way, and kept us entertained throughout the tour.  It didn’t hurt that he was pleasant to look at as well.  He even planned a little break at Lafitte’s Blacksmith Shop, which is said to be the oldest continually operating bar in the United States.  We were tempted by the Voodoo Daiquiris, which were big enough to give us something to sip on for the rest of the tour.  I started feeling quite silly after a while, but it was pretty awesome.


Apparently a vampire tour with an attractive guide and a Voodoo Daiquiri wasn’t enough excitement for the night, so we went to The Old Absinthe House on Bourbon St.  Chantel has long been intrigued by la fée verte and wanted to try an Absinthe Frappe.  Cynthia didn’t care for it, but was determined to finish it and enjoy the experience.  It tasted like a boozy black jellybean.  We wandered a little further before Cynthia floated up to a to-go window and ordered a Hand Grenade, which is supposedly the strongest/most powerful drink in New Orleans.  We figured some food was in order, so we stumbled (quite literally) into the Clover Grill for cheeseburgers and fries.  The guys that owned the place were incredibly nice, the food was good, and we just had a grand time (I typically don’t drink much).  That is until we started the longest walk ever back to the inn, which probably felt much longer than it really was because of my desperate need to use the restroom.  I was never so glad to not be out exploring instead of holed up in the room.


I think I wrote the most about Monday because it was probably my favorite day/night there.  So I felt like it deserved a post all its own.  The last few days will all be covered in a third and final post to come.


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