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Zung, Nicholas and I went back to the hotel to collect Patrick and Susie. We walked to tonight’s restaurant. Patrick has a friend that goes to Tulane and he recommended this place. It’s GW Finns. Their web page describes dining there like taking a culinary expedition around the globe. I don’t know about that. It was good. Quite good. But we’d had a lot of damn good food.
We started with drinks, naturally.
These were either blue crab pot stickers or lobster dumplings…
Their biscuits, which don’t look like much, but were pretty tasty…
Wood grilled redfish…
Jalapeno glazed Scottish Salmon (I think)…
Sautéed American red snapper…
#1 Louisiana Yellowfin Tuna…
Everyone enjoyed their apps and entrees.
I promise Susie, I won’t show this photo to Tim Tebow.
Dessert included Molten chocolate cake,
and White chocolate and caramel Bread Pudding.
After dinner, the boys are spent, and go back to the hotel. It was the Tran boys vs New Orleans and New Orleans won.
Susie wanted to see the statue of Christ that casts a dramatic shadow on the back of St. Louis Cathedral. We had to go down Bourbon street to see that.The boys walked back to the hotel and we walked down to Bourbon. We took a left and walked about two feet and some guy threw Susie beads. I won’t mention the fact that I walked up and down Bourbon on Halloween and didn’t get any beads. Then we walked a little more and another guy threw her beads and said, “I love you!”
Then there are some guys up on a balcony and they have beads. They also have a cohort down on the street and he is trying to get her to flash her boobs for beads. He tells her it is a stag party. He comments on the fact that she already has beads, so that means she must have flashed her boobs already.
Ah, beads and all that they imply.
I get in his face and say, “I’m her Mom!”
The look on his face was priceless. Exactly like the kid who got caught with his hand in the cookie jar.
We move along and have a good laugh over that one.
We see the statue and take some pics.
We see a golden retriever in booties and take a pic. (Why do people embarass their dogs like this?)
We walk back to the hotel. I am happy that Susie saw Bourbon Street. It’s just one of those unwritten rules of visiting NOLA. Actually, it may be written. I’d have to check.
We drop her at the hotel and we go next door to Patrick’s Vin bar and have some wine. Zung tells me that he is impressed I could walk all over in those heels. Well, duh! I did have some wobbly moments with the uneven streets. But, let’s remember who was doing this. I am Shoediva! If I couldn’t walk around in my heels, I would have had to turn in my Shoediva card. And we all know, that’s not happening.
Back to the room to pack. We still had enough time tomorrow to squeeze in two more meals.