Y'all fucked my trip up. I'm still here. I "missed my flight"
So I have to pay for my flight home and get reimbursed later.
First thing off the plane was Cafe Dumonde. Beignet's was good as anything I have ever had in my life, but fuckin pigeons were pissing me off. This white dude was feeding them bastards IN THE EATING AREA.
Then we went to Praline Connection, food was OFF THE CHAIN (I had the big platter and red beans and rice), but this sassy chick almost beat me down for pronouncing it "pray-leen" instead of "prah-leen". Funny stuff.
Walking around for a bit, we passed this jazz/blues spot and I was hooked. I forget the name of it but Ellis Marsalis is playing there tonight. I ditched my coworkers, they went to the airport, I stayed at this spot for hours, until at least 1am.
My flight leaves at 2, so I'm at the hotel now, trying to figure out breakfast (gonna do Lil Dizzy's on Max-Diggy's suggestion) and if I can eat lunch a couple of hours later without blowing up. Maybe Port of Call, or "Dooky" if there's no line?
Y'all made this trip hella bomb.
I'm coming back after New Year's. I have never met kinder Black folk in my life than the folks, young and old, I met in NO yesterday.
The jazz spot was Snug Harbor, its the sister restaurant of Port of Call. Did you go to Ray's Boom Boom Room or the Hookah spot? Frenchman is the Bourbon for the grown folks. I am glad you enjoyed it and definitely bring more people next time you come.