We just returned from a 4-day trip to New Orleans and we’re a bit tired. Valerie had to go to NOLA (New Orleans, LA) for a business conference and I tagged along for a mini-vacation.
Our trip started off on a bit of a funny note when we arrived at our hotel in Richmond Tuesday night. The check-in clerk was a bit confused as to what day it was and thought we had missed our reservation the night before. Then, she put us in a room that was already occupied. Finally, they gave us a room we could actually stay in and it ended up being a huge suite. We certainly didn’t complain, but it was still quite funny.
We, and Buddy, arrived in New Orleans Wednesday morning and checked into our hotel. We then went for a bit of a walk towards the French Quarter. On the way, we got to see a Hurricane Katrina Memorial, the Canal Street streetcar, and a few interesting statues. We also happened upon St. Louis Cathedral as the ceremony began to ordain the auxiliary bishop for the Archdiocese of New Orleans.
From there, we wandered around the French Quarter some more and ended up stopping at Cafe Du Monde for some beignets. They tell you not to eat them if you’re wearing dark colored clothes and you can see why. There was a nice little band playing while we ate and after we were finished, we followed the Frommer’s guide on a walking tour around the French Quarter.
On the walking tour, we got to see the Supreme Court of Louisiana and a bunch of other interesting sights. We also saw a number of courtyards, interesting ironwork, and strange covers. Lastly, we came across a shotgun house, a statue of Joan of Arc, and bought a book about the Mississippi River at the famous Faulkner House Books. Buddy made an appearance at the end of the tour at the house where Tennessee Williams wrote “A Streetcar Named Desire.”
While we were hard-pressed to find the kind of destruction in the French Quarter that was displayed on TV screens after Hurricane Katrina hit New Orleans, it must be said that the area reeks something awful. You can smell the activities (all of them!) that occurred on the streets during the late-night and early-morning hours and it’s not pretty. There are also a number of panhandlers that just won’t leave you alone. They’ll seriously follow you for blocks on end, pestering you the entire way, despite telling them that you’re there for business and only have credit cards. After our tour through the French Quarter on Wednesday, we spent most of the rest of the trip towards the outskirts.
On the other hand, there’s plenty of good food to be found in New Orleans. Wednesday night, we happened upon the wonderful Cochon and had the meal of a lifetime. The next night we dined at Acme Oyster House and had delicious Po’ Boy sandwiches. Friday night was the unbelievable Palace Cafe, while Saturday was breakfast at Mother’s (a New Orleans institution) and dinner at Cafe Adelaide. All of the restaurants were great for various reasons, but if I only had one day in New Orleans, I’d be sure to return to Cochon and Palace Cafe.
Also, we had a good time at Harrah’s on Thursday night. Their craps table limit was $15, which was a bit too steep for my wallet, so Valerie and I played penny slots for a good portion of the evening. We ended up on a 2-cent Powerball (yes, like the lottery) slot and while I doubled my money on that slot machine to break even overall, Valerie made seven times her money on that particular machine to more than triple her initial money. She’s good like that on the cheap slots.
Lastly, we had wonderful accomodations while in New Orleans at Le Pavillon. Not only was it a beautiful place to stay, but they even had interesting quirks like their Peanut Butter and Jelly hour from 10 pm to 11 pm nightly, complete with hot chocolate. Out of the three nights we stayed at Le Pavillon, I managed to get a PB&J twice.
It was a good enough trip visiting New Orleans, but neither of us is sure it’s quite our kind of town. The best thing, to both of us, was the food and we’d certainly be up for more cajun/creole dining. We’re just not sure it’d warrant a second trip.