Today, Mark and I are starting a vacation in New Orleans with our friends, Dan and Alex and James and Tom. We’ve got a leisurely layover in Hatfield-Jackson—the only place to which my travels take me where I can still get this:
I’ve brought my camera and expect to start blogging our travels again after 28 stay-at-home months. (Thanks, Covid.)
Apparently, I’m the only NOLA virgin on the trip. For most people, New Orleans is about food. An acquaintance of mine in our building who travels to there regularly to visit family offered to share with me his list of the best places to eat. Obviously, he hasn’t know me very long. Is there a McDonald’s near the hotel?! I refuse to watch anyone eat mudbugs (crawfish). The thought of it reminds me of a dinner with a different group of friends.
We were in Cap City Diner, and Jimmy, who was sitting next to me, ordered lobster. The server brought out our meals, and we all tucked in. I was enjoying my chicken when Jimmy exclaimed, “Ooh. It’s fertile!” and scooped up lobster eggs from his plate. It was all I could do not to splatter the table with used chicken breast.
I am looking forward to beignets, though.
I think I’m most excited to tour the galleries in the arts district, wander around looking at the architecture, and taking a good ghost tour! (And maybe I’ll have my past lives read.)