My primary objective for our visit to New Orleans was to eat good food and lots of it. I would say we had been smashingly successful. We still had two meals to partake.
Our last breakfast choice was the Old Coffee Pot. It was a hole in the wall type of place on Saint Peter Street. What it lacked in ambiance, it more than made up for in delicious food.
Our waitresses name was Pearl. She was nice and crotchety all at the same time. She called Nicholas “Baby”. He uncharacteristically strolled in late (tongue planted firmly in cheek).
I had the Eggs Sardou. Zung wanted them also, but Pearl said they only had enough spinach for one.
Zung got the Eggs Benedict, which they called Eggs Jonathan and included a Creole tomato and gulf fried shrimp.
Nicholas got eggs and asked for a biscuit but she brought potatoes instead, so he ended up with a big pile of potatoes and a huge biscuit too.
I don’t have a picture of it, but Susie got “Lost Bread”, which was Po-Boy bread made into French Toast. It was dee-licious.
Patrick slept in.
We shopped a bit. If you are a New Orleans Saints fan and have $250 and are a shoe size 6.5, you can own these serious platform heels. I guarantee you, nobody will mess with you if you are wearing these shoes.
There were people all over dressed in Philadelphia Eagles colors, shirts and hats because they were in town to play the New Orleans Saints for Monday night football.
We returned to the hotel to pack and check out.
There was only enough time to eat lunch (I know, eat, AGAIN?). We chose the Royal House.
They seated us upstairs.
We order drinks and for some reason, because we are upstairs, he has to give us our drinks in plastic cups. He seemed a little embarrassed about it. I guess they don’t want drunk people throwing glasses from the balcony?
He also carded Patrick, which was the first time that happened when he was with us, since we’d arrived. Imagine my surprise when he pulled out a DL that met with the waiter’s approval. Call me naive, but I just never thought of my kids using a fake ID.
Patrick and Zung had gumbo and Patrick had chicken caesar salad. Zung’s gumbo came out way before Patrick’s. The kitchen didn’t quite seem to have its act together. The entrees came out quickly, but the drinks took a really long time.
Nicholas had these insanely good crab claws in this creamy, cheesy sauce.
I had Crawfish Etoufee. It was okay. My least impressive meal. Which is not to say it wasn’t good. Just not insanely good, like so much of the food I’d had in this town.
We had just enough time to get back to the hotel and they called us a taxi. We got to the airport, did all the check in stuff and I had enough time to have one last Hurricane.
When I ordered it, the lady bartender told me it was sweet. Uh, okay? Duh? Do I look like I’ve had too many sweet things? Just, please, give me the damn drink.
Zung said he really enjoyed the food, but he was ready for regular food again. The cuisine of the region is delicious, but nobody is gonna call it heart healthy food.
We landed about the same time there was this kick-ass sunset.
The next day we had dinner at Pizzeria Locale, and since this trip report doesn’t have enough food pictures, I thought I’d add these.
Thanks for reading about my awesome trip to New Orleans. For those of you who have sent me messages about preferring my reports about Mexico, I just happened to have returned from a trip to Mexico three weeks ago. It was my 19th trip to Mexico and my tenth trip to the Iberostar Grand. Check back here on Wednesday to hear all the details about what I ate and drank and what shoes I wore and what I wore to dinner and who I met. Or, just check back to see the food pictures.