This is a post about the other half of our title...drinking.
There is almost zero running in it.
There are two places in this world that
are no brainers when it comes to vacations for us. New Orleans and Disney
World. Last week Ben realized he had Monday off so I worked it out in my
schedule to take off Monday as well.
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| Ben's run on Sunday morning |
That was the easy part. Then we had
to decide where to go. Gatlinburg, Cincinnati / Perfect North, a couple
other places and we finally decided on Atlanta. I had nixed anywhere
north due to the fact that I hate the cold and said we were going anywhere south.
Thanks to the Ikea there I was already shopping for what I was going to
bring home.
Then Ben came home on Thursday and said he
no longer wanted to go to Atlanta and he had booked us in the Hyatt Regency in
New Orleans for the weekend. Awesome. It's been almost 2 years since
we've gone down there and we were LONG overdue.
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| Ben was not thrilled with the decor in the hotel |
Friday after work we headed to Tuscaloosa. Normally anyone with a degree from Tennessee would take as long of a bypass as necessary to avoid such a town, but since we lived there for 9 (long) months we wanted to go back and hit up our favorite spot. Nick's Filet House - or known to locals as "Nicks in the Sticks".
This place is in an old gas station, I think, and the sign out front blew away a long time ago and "we don't need to put up a new sign, there's a couple hour wait here every Friday night as it is". Their signature drink?The Nicodemus. It's hunch punch in a Styrofoam cup with a shot of 151 added and 2 straws. Why are there two straws? "Because that's how it's always been served."
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| They don't even need to replace their sign, everyone who needs to know knows where it is |
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| The drink of legends...and forgotten nights. |
After drinking entirely too many
Nicodemuses we headed back to the hotel, crashed and got up early to head down
to New Orleans.
We arrived in New Orleans around noon and
started our ritual.
Stop 1. Tropical Isle for a hand grenade.
Stop 2. Port of Call - must have hand
grenade finished before going in
Stop 3. French Market
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| No buttons on the inside of the elevator! Magic |
We've always stayed in the quarter. But this time, due to awesome free hotel points (double hooray for not having to pay for the hotel room!) we stayed right downtown, across the street from the Superdome. We were 2 miles from Port of Call so we set our for our trek. Luckily our first stop was en route to Port of Call. We always stop at Tropical Isle. You cannot go to New Orleans without getting a hand grenade. So we picked ours up and due to the awesome open container law we continued on to Port of Call.
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| Stop #1 - Tropical Isle |
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| Waiting for the table at Port of Call |
We got to Port of Call and had an hour
wait. AN HOUR! I cannot remember the last time I waited at all for
a restaurant. So we sat on the curb, Ben sipped and I chugged my hand grenade
and waited on a table. We were finally sat and I went to the bathroom and
came back and Ben had already ordered us 2 Neptune's Monsoons. I was first
introduced to this drink after a friend suggested this place and said "1
of these drinks will put you on your ass". Clearly he didn't know me
because 1 of no drink will ever put me on my ass. The first time we had
this drink, we had to go to the hotel and take a nap. The 2nd time we had
this drink...we had to go to the hotel and take a nap.Finally after several
attempts we can drink this without immediately passing out.
After eating the most glorious hamburger
and baked potato, we took the rest of our drink (served in a 32 ounce cup) and
headed to the French Market.
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| FINALLY Sweet burgers and Neptune's Monsoons at Port of Call |
The French Market is basically a New
Orleans themed flea market. You want something in the colors, purple,
gold, green or with a fleur de lis or tiger striped...you go there.
I go there for candles. Specifically
Carnival Candles. They are awesome. So awesome and I spent about
$30 and got 7 tarts (those things that go in the warmers) and 1 jar
candle.
What is not awesome...dealing with the
smell of 8 different scented candles for a weekend. For some reason these
mixed together and smelled like popcorn. Everywhere we went we smelled
popcorn...including the 10 hour drive back to Nashville. Was it worth it
though? Come to my house to smell the amazing mango mandarin wafting
through the air.
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| Pat O's fire and water fountain! |
From there we headed to Jackson Square,
meandered a bit looking at the art, then back to Bourbon and got a couple more
hand grenades, went to Felix's for some oysters (First Supper) and got some hurricanes
from Pat O's. Ben found a brass band on the street that of course he had
to sit in with for a little bit. I'm thankful for all the alcohol when he plays
on random people's horns without bringing a mouthpiece.
Gross! Then
headed to Coop's Place for second supper. This is one of our favorite
places to eat. Unfortunately, it didn't hit the spot like it normally
does. Not to me. It could be because I wasn't that hungry to begin
with but I didn't feel the urge like I usually do to want to eat there again on
that trip.
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| Felix's Char-grilled Oysters |
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| Coop's Place! |
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| When you see it you'll.......... |
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| Highlight of his night. |
Sunday morning Ben being way better than
me got up to run. He ran all through the Quarter which was nearly
deserted at this hour which of course I instantly regretted not running so I
could see it empty (aka stop to take pictures at Jackson Square). Then we
headed out for one of my favorite restaurants in the whole wided world.
Mother's. I promise, you will get nothing bad here. My
favorite, and what they're known for, is the Ferdi's Special. French bread,
baked ham, roast beef, shredded cabbage, mayo, creole mustard, yellow mustard
and the queen mother of all condiments "debris". Debris is what
falls off the roast beef when they are cooking it and they make a gravy out of
it and top their sandwiches. Mmmm cha!
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| Someone's feeding the kitties in Jackson Square! |
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| We picked a BEAUTIFUL weekend to go down! 2 Weeks later a Polar Vortex hit and it snowed in Jackson Square! |
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| Just hanging out with a Mardi Gras jester and getting restaurant suggestions |
Then we headed back down to the French
Market to look around again, back through Jackson Square since it was dark when
we went on Saturday, ate a muffuletta at Central Grocery and some crawfish
boudin and fried gator poboy and had some delicious drinks at the Organic
Banana. Yeah, I know...dirty hippy drinks. We found my sister an
awesome
present and headed to the other end of the quarter to get a praline
from the Southern Candy Company. These people are so nice and recommended
a place for us to go for supper. We walked back down to Bourbon watched
the end of the Broncos game at Tropical Isle while downing entirely too many
hand grenades. We headed down the street to Spirits. If you watch Bar
Rescue you may have seen this bar. It was something like Thirsty Turtle,
a direct competitor of Tropical Isle. Jon Taffer cleaned it up and gave
them a signature drink, "
The Resurrection" To be in
direct competition of something means you have a similar product and
price...The hand grenade is $8 with a $7 refill, the Resurrection is
$15 with a $9 refill! Holy Mackerel!
We headed back to the hotel since it was
getting way too cold to be in shorts and changed and had all the intentions in
the world to head over to a brass band concert. Ben hit a wall though, we
headed out to the Palace Cafe, not far from our hotel, had a HUGE hunk of meat
and some bananas fosters which were delicious. Headed back to the hotel
and crashed.
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| The Dome was orange and white, clearly a sign of things to come. |
Monday we got up, at at Mother's again
where I, again, had the Ferdi Special and Ben had a delicious crawfish etouffee
topped omelet and grits. We hurried back to the hotel to get out of dodge
before the MLK day march went right by our hotel.
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| Visiting my sisters in the Coven |
One last stop before leaving, I wanted to
stop by the house mansion where the filmed the exterior
for American Horror Story: Coven. We took a quick picture then headed to
Hattiesburg to meet with an old friend for lunch.
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| #Drewmors |
After a bite to eat, we were on our way
back to Tennessee where the temperature dropped about 30 degrees from the time
we got in the car until we arrived at home. Bummer.
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| Road Trippin |
It was a wonderful weekend, especially
being able to have the hotel paid for and planned 3 days before we left!
I guess I'll need to start burning all these candles so we can hurry up
and head back!