Saturday, May 17, 2008
Send Us Wedding Pics
Just a reminder to send us whatever wedding pics you have (or give us a link to your photo-sharing site). We'd love to see them!
Home
Home, at last.
I know we didn't post much over the last several days, but you really didn't miss much either. We used our time in Las Vegas to sleep and do laundry. We both had colds (Kurt's is still really bad). About the only thing we did in Vegas was go out to eat a couple of times... once to Hash House a Go Go, once to a Wisconsin-themed brewery, and once to a fantastic sushi place called I Love Sushi. And on the way to sushi, we went to the Pinball Hall of Fame and played some old classics.
We were going to go to Moab on the drive back east, but there were no rooms available in the area, so we had to push on. We'll have to do the Moab stuff on some other trip.
The rest of it was basically just driving home. We had some minor drama on the road today when we arrived at the scene of an accident immediately after it happened. We didn't witness the accident, but we pulled in behind the car to block traffic so that no one would hit the driver or her car. The driver was OK, but her car was pretty wrecked.
That was it.
Now we're back home and we have a day to rest and recharge. All in all, a really wonderful trip. I'll work on getting more pics and links into older posts (and post updates when I do).
-Colette
I know we didn't post much over the last several days, but you really didn't miss much either. We used our time in Las Vegas to sleep and do laundry. We both had colds (Kurt's is still really bad). About the only thing we did in Vegas was go out to eat a couple of times... once to Hash House a Go Go, once to a Wisconsin-themed brewery, and once to a fantastic sushi place called I Love Sushi. And on the way to sushi, we went to the Pinball Hall of Fame and played some old classics.
We were going to go to Moab on the drive back east, but there were no rooms available in the area, so we had to push on. We'll have to do the Moab stuff on some other trip.
The rest of it was basically just driving home. We had some minor drama on the road today when we arrived at the scene of an accident immediately after it happened. We didn't witness the accident, but we pulled in behind the car to block traffic so that no one would hit the driver or her car. The driver was OK, but her car was pretty wrecked.
That was it.
Now we're back home and we have a day to rest and recharge. All in all, a really wonderful trip. I'll work on getting more pics and links into older posts (and post updates when I do).
-Colette
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Friday, May 16, 2008
Thursday, May 15, 2008
Wednesday, May 14, 2008
Monday, May 12, 2008
Heading Out to Grand Canyon and Vegas
Our time in Sedona is through. This morning, we are heading out to the Grand Canyon and then on to Las Vegas for a few days with the Martellos.
Sedona Updated with Pictures and Video
Sedona post below has been updated with pics and video. You can see more of the video from the Jeep ride over here.
Sunday, May 11, 2008
Sedona
There are hardly words worth writing about a place like this because the place itself exists somewhere beyond what words can convey. Not even pictures are enough (though, we'll put some in here later). You just want to shake your head and say, "Go... Just go." You have to see it for yourself.
As we wound our way down the canyon to get here, it was nearly impossible to keep from tearing up. This might very well be the most beautiful place on Earth. And after several days on the road, it was like finding an oasis. Here was a place where we could slow down again. We had planned to spend a single evening in Sedona and then move on. Within half an hour of getting here, we had decided to stay three nights.
The sights are incredible, and even with the tourists and the jeeps and the shuttles and the timeshare hucksters, there's still an unshakable sense of quiet here. It's as if no amount of noise you could possibly make could ever be bigger than the land itself.
On our first day here, we ate at a cozy little hillside Italian place called The Hideaway. The guy at our hotel said it's a place where locals actually go. We split an enormous salad, and got introduced to Oak Creek Brewery's wares. Oak Creek Brewery is the local brewery, and we've both been very impressed by what we've sampled. While we were eating our salad, we noticed a pizza someone else had ordered and made a note to come back for dinner. And, after wandering town a bit, then making use of the whirlpool at the hotel, we were ready for pizza. It was quite good, and because there was some kind of holdup in the kitchen, the waiter comped our drinks for us. After dinner, we got back in the whirlpool until they kicked us out at pool closing time.
The next day we needed to move hotels, as the our original hotel didn't have vacancies for Saturday. We found one of those timeshare type places that gave us Saturday and Sunday night for $100 total if we would just sit through one of their presentations. For that price in Sedona, we were willing to give up 90 minutes of our time on Sunday morning. Check-in time for the hotel wasn't until 4:00, though, so we decided to go on one of the many, many Jeep tours running around Sedona. We finally settled on one that would take us on a scenic route, high above Sedona, then onto a rough-and-tumble 4-wheeling route just west of town. The views were incredible, but it was actually quite difficult to take pictures. We were bounced around a lot, even on the scenic route. We got jostled so badly that Kurt's knees ached by the end of the tour. It was well worth the time, though. Absolutely fantastic ride.
Wiped out from our ride, we decided to have an easy night of it. We picked up some take-out Chinese and took it back to our (new) room. We opened a bottle of the wine we had gotten at The Cave Winery in Missouri and had dinner and wine out on our balcony. Below us, in the valley, we listened to the ceremony and festivities of a wedding. Weddings are so nice and calming when you're not in them. We hope they are as happy as we are, and we suspect they regret their decision to hire a cheesy DJ. I know we regret their decision to hire a cheesy DJ!
This morning, we went on our timeshare tour. For a timeshare deal, I have to say, it doesn't seem too awful. I've been on these presentations before, and this one really does seem like a far better deal than any of the others I've seen. Nevertheless, we're not going to buy a timeshare. The woman who was our "hostess" was extremely cool and very, very good at her job, so I felt bad for her, since I know they work on commission, but there was just no way we were going to buy a timeshare.
After the presentation, we toured around Tlaquepaque, which is basically an outdoor art mall. It's a quaint little "village" with shops, and the shops are mostly jewelry, painting, and sculpture of various kinds. Lots of interesting stuff, but it tired us out, so we came back to the room. Currently Kurt is taking a nap, and I'm at the little "food court" type place next to our hotel. I wanted to try the wild prickly pear ice cream to see if it was as good as it sounded.
It is.
- Colette
(pictures later when I get a chance)
As we wound our way down the canyon to get here, it was nearly impossible to keep from tearing up. This might very well be the most beautiful place on Earth. And after several days on the road, it was like finding an oasis. Here was a place where we could slow down again. We had planned to spend a single evening in Sedona and then move on. Within half an hour of getting here, we had decided to stay three nights.
The sights are incredible, and even with the tourists and the jeeps and the shuttles and the timeshare hucksters, there's still an unshakable sense of quiet here. It's as if no amount of noise you could possibly make could ever be bigger than the land itself.
On our first day here, we ate at a cozy little hillside Italian place called The Hideaway. The guy at our hotel said it's a place where locals actually go. We split an enormous salad, and got introduced to Oak Creek Brewery's wares. Oak Creek Brewery is the local brewery, and we've both been very impressed by what we've sampled. While we were eating our salad, we noticed a pizza someone else had ordered and made a note to come back for dinner. And, after wandering town a bit, then making use of the whirlpool at the hotel, we were ready for pizza. It was quite good, and because there was some kind of holdup in the kitchen, the waiter comped our drinks for us. After dinner, we got back in the whirlpool until they kicked us out at pool closing time.
The next day we needed to move hotels, as the our original hotel didn't have vacancies for Saturday. We found one of those timeshare type places that gave us Saturday and Sunday night for $100 total if we would just sit through one of their presentations. For that price in Sedona, we were willing to give up 90 minutes of our time on Sunday morning. Check-in time for the hotel wasn't until 4:00, though, so we decided to go on one of the many, many Jeep tours running around Sedona. We finally settled on one that would take us on a scenic route, high above Sedona, then onto a rough-and-tumble 4-wheeling route just west of town. The views were incredible, but it was actually quite difficult to take pictures. We were bounced around a lot, even on the scenic route. We got jostled so badly that Kurt's knees ached by the end of the tour. It was well worth the time, though. Absolutely fantastic ride.
Wiped out from our ride, we decided to have an easy night of it. We picked up some take-out Chinese and took it back to our (new) room. We opened a bottle of the wine we had gotten at The Cave Winery in Missouri and had dinner and wine out on our balcony. Below us, in the valley, we listened to the ceremony and festivities of a wedding. Weddings are so nice and calming when you're not in them. We hope they are as happy as we are, and we suspect they regret their decision to hire a cheesy DJ. I know we regret their decision to hire a cheesy DJ!
This morning, we went on our timeshare tour. For a timeshare deal, I have to say, it doesn't seem too awful. I've been on these presentations before, and this one really does seem like a far better deal than any of the others I've seen. Nevertheless, we're not going to buy a timeshare. The woman who was our "hostess" was extremely cool and very, very good at her job, so I felt bad for her, since I know they work on commission, but there was just no way we were going to buy a timeshare.
After the presentation, we toured around Tlaquepaque, which is basically an outdoor art mall. It's a quaint little "village" with shops, and the shops are mostly jewelry, painting, and sculpture of various kinds. Lots of interesting stuff, but it tired us out, so we came back to the room. Currently Kurt is taking a nap, and I'm at the little "food court" type place next to our hotel. I wanted to try the wild prickly pear ice cream to see if it was as good as it sounded.
It is.
- Colette
(pictures later when I get a chance)
Saturday, May 10, 2008
Updated pictures and links below
The "Catching Up With the Lindemanns" post below has been updated with photos and links to photos.
Friday, May 9, 2008
Catching Up With the Lindemanns
So, where were we... Oh yes: Snook.
After the bacon debacle, we got a room in College Station, TX (home of Texas A&M). The next day was rainy and gray as we made our way to Austin. This was probably the most boring and tedious drive of the trip. Cattle. Woo!
Once in Austin, we walked around the capitol building, which is really a pretty cool place. We did not stick around the area long enough to look for pictures of my famous relatives, but I'm told they're there. I am apparently a Daughter of the Republic, as a direct descendant of Martin Parmer.
After a walk around the capitol building, we headed down to the sixth street area, which is sort of like the French Quarter for BBQ and beer. Sort of. As noted below, the first thing we did was go into Roux, a cajun restaurant. Other than having a number of items on their menu that were out of date, it was pretty good. Their beignets were not really anything like the real thing in New Orleans, but how bad can pastry and sugar really be? Their grits were fantastic. These were nothing like the watery grits you normally see. This was really amost more like a couscous or risotto dish, and chock full of goodies like corn and bits of pork. We killed a couple of hours in there. Then it was off to Stubbs.
Stubbs is a BBQ place. That's really kind of understating it, though. Stubbs is... well... Stubbs. Kurt had been looking forward to this stop since he first began planning this trip. Although he was feeling a little under the weather that day, that did not slow him down when Stubbs came into view. We split a plate of delicous ribs and brisket, and a salad. Kurt also had some serrano cheese spinach, which looked fantastic, but which I decided was probably a bit much for me. We ended our meal with banana pudding (with big chunks of banana and Nilla wafers... yum!) and apple crisp. It was entirely too much food for the day, but it was Stubbs for heaven's sake!
We decided to waddle back to the car and head west instead of staying in Texas. We'd thought about staying in Austin, or going down to San Antonio, but the weather forecast held nothing but rain and humidity and heat. Never mind that. We high-tailed it out to the desert.
After a refreshing night's sleep in Fredricksburg, TX, we made our way to New Mexico. The fertile land gradually gave way to desert and scrub, and it was clear we were not in Kentucky anymore. After a solid day's drive, we arrived at Carlsbad Caverns in time for one of the last trips down to the cave. It was incredible!
We took too many pictures to show here, but you can look at a collection of the best of them over here.
From Carlsbad we headed west again and spent the night in Roswell, NM, in a pleasant, non-alien-themed Comfort Inn. Across from the Comfort Inn was a small, run-down looking Mexican restaurant. We got some dinner there, and boy were we happy with that choice. The food was fantastic, and the smoked chili lime ribs were out of this world fantastic. We saved the leftovers in the cooler for lunch the next day.
From Roswell, we headed west to the Ice Cave and Bandera Volcano. Yet another very cool thing to see. We hiked up the side of the (extinct!) volcano, and then back down into the ice cave (where the temperature never gets above 31 degrees. Amazing. We have cool pictures, andwhen I get them uploaded, I'll put some in here. you can look at the whole set here.
Standing inside the rim of the volcano.
Looking down the raggedy stairs to the ice cave.
Ice at the bottom of the ice cave.
On the way out of the Ice Cave area, we decided to take a backroad instead of heading straight back to the Interstate. Another fortuitous choice. This is where the view began to be amazing. Incredible mesas of all sizes and colors. Breathtaking views. Just fanatastic. Again,when I get pictures uploaded, I'll put some here. you can find them here.
As we left the area (Zuni-land, apparently), we stopped at the El Rancho Motel for dinner. This is where the movie stars used to hang out, apparently. It's an amazing, kitschy little place. I played it safe with a BLT, but Kurt dove into some green chili chile, which was almost too hot for him. If you know Kurt, you know how hard that is. He inhaled a pepper seed toward the end of dinner and had to wipe tears from his eyes. After dinner, we tried to make the Painted Desert by sunset, but we just missed it. Instead we found lodging in Holbrook, AZ, and set out early in the morning for Sedona: the most beautiful place on Earth.
And more on that later.
-Colette
After the bacon debacle, we got a room in College Station, TX (home of Texas A&M). The next day was rainy and gray as we made our way to Austin. This was probably the most boring and tedious drive of the trip. Cattle. Woo!
Once in Austin, we walked around the capitol building, which is really a pretty cool place. We did not stick around the area long enough to look for pictures of my famous relatives, but I'm told they're there. I am apparently a Daughter of the Republic, as a direct descendant of Martin Parmer.
After a walk around the capitol building, we headed down to the sixth street area, which is sort of like the French Quarter for BBQ and beer. Sort of. As noted below, the first thing we did was go into Roux, a cajun restaurant. Other than having a number of items on their menu that were out of date, it was pretty good. Their beignets were not really anything like the real thing in New Orleans, but how bad can pastry and sugar really be? Their grits were fantastic. These were nothing like the watery grits you normally see. This was really amost more like a couscous or risotto dish, and chock full of goodies like corn and bits of pork. We killed a couple of hours in there. Then it was off to Stubbs.
Stubbs is a BBQ place. That's really kind of understating it, though. Stubbs is... well... Stubbs. Kurt had been looking forward to this stop since he first began planning this trip. Although he was feeling a little under the weather that day, that did not slow him down when Stubbs came into view. We split a plate of delicous ribs and brisket, and a salad. Kurt also had some serrano cheese spinach, which looked fantastic, but which I decided was probably a bit much for me. We ended our meal with banana pudding (with big chunks of banana and Nilla wafers... yum!) and apple crisp. It was entirely too much food for the day, but it was Stubbs for heaven's sake!
We decided to waddle back to the car and head west instead of staying in Texas. We'd thought about staying in Austin, or going down to San Antonio, but the weather forecast held nothing but rain and humidity and heat. Never mind that. We high-tailed it out to the desert.
After a refreshing night's sleep in Fredricksburg, TX, we made our way to New Mexico. The fertile land gradually gave way to desert and scrub, and it was clear we were not in Kentucky anymore. After a solid day's drive, we arrived at Carlsbad Caverns in time for one of the last trips down to the cave. It was incredible!
We took too many pictures to show here, but you can look at a collection of the best of them over here.
From Carlsbad we headed west again and spent the night in Roswell, NM, in a pleasant, non-alien-themed Comfort Inn. Across from the Comfort Inn was a small, run-down looking Mexican restaurant. We got some dinner there, and boy were we happy with that choice. The food was fantastic, and the smoked chili lime ribs were out of this world fantastic. We saved the leftovers in the cooler for lunch the next day.
From Roswell, we headed west to the Ice Cave and Bandera Volcano. Yet another very cool thing to see. We hiked up the side of the (extinct!) volcano, and then back down into the ice cave (where the temperature never gets above 31 degrees. Amazing. We have cool pictures, and
Standing inside the rim of the volcano.
Looking down the raggedy stairs to the ice cave.
Ice at the bottom of the ice cave.
On the way out of the Ice Cave area, we decided to take a backroad instead of heading straight back to the Interstate. Another fortuitous choice. This is where the view began to be amazing. Incredible mesas of all sizes and colors. Breathtaking views. Just fanatastic. Again,
As we left the area (Zuni-land, apparently), we stopped at the El Rancho Motel for dinner. This is where the movie stars used to hang out, apparently. It's an amazing, kitschy little place. I played it safe with a BLT, but Kurt dove into some green chili chile, which was almost too hot for him. If you know Kurt, you know how hard that is. He inhaled a pepper seed toward the end of dinner and had to wipe tears from his eyes. After dinner, we tried to make the Painted Desert by sunset, but we just missed it. Instead we found lodging in Holbrook, AZ, and set out early in the morning for Sedona: the most beautiful place on Earth.
And more on that later.
-Colette
What's with all the "Multimedia Message" thingies?
When I send a picture or video via text message from my phone, it doesn't give me the opportunity to enter a subject line. Blogger automatically inserts "Multimedia Message" as the title of all of those submissions.
Kurt's phone is smarter. It allows him to attach pictures and video to an e-mail message with a subject line, which
Blogger converts to the title of the post. I can post via e-mail, too, but it won't allow me to attach pictures or video to those posts.
Most of what we're posting here is done on-the-go via our cell phones.
Except this one, which is from the awesome balcony of our awesome room in awesome Sedona.
This is our first decent Wi-Fi in days, so hopefully I'll have updates and cool photos from the last few days of the trip for you tonight.
-Colette
Kurt's phone is smarter. It allows him to attach pictures and video to an e-mail message with a subject line, which
Blogger converts to the title of the post. I can post via e-mail, too, but it won't allow me to attach pictures or video to those posts.
Most of what we're posting here is done on-the-go via our cell phones.
Except this one, which is from the awesome balcony of our awesome room in awesome Sedona.
This is our first decent Wi-Fi in days, so hopefully I'll have updates and cool photos from the last few days of the trip for you tonight.
-Colette
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Driving through Walnut Canyon to get to Sedona. It got even better, too, but I was too awestruck to take more video. -Colette
Life on the Edge
Thursday, May 8, 2008
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Wednesday, May 7, 2008
At Carlsbad Cauerns
After a long day's drive, we just arrived at Carlsbad Caverns. Just
enough time for the last hike of the day.
enough time for the last hike of the day.
Tuesday, May 6, 2008
Monday, May 5, 2008
Chicken-Fried Bacon (in Two Acts)
Chicken-fried bacon achieved.
I should put this in context. This was a rough day. We drove from New Orleans to Snook, TX, which would be a good, long day of travel on the best of days. This was not the best of days. It would appear that the majority of Louisiana and Texas is currently under construction, and that clear labeling of things like, oh, lanes ending and merging, is considered optional. In addition to this delight, it stormed all day, and visibility was iffy at best. And just when things appeared to clear, we hit Houston rush hour traffic, which is apparently one of the lower circles of Hell. So, we were pretty hungry when we finally found Snook, TX (pop. 568).
Act I
We reach Sodalak's Original Country Inn, which is in a small free-standing building enigmatically labeled "Steak House." We check our info and verify that this is, indeed, the place. We enter and take our seats, anxiously awaiting the waitress with our menus (we have not eaten since breakfast). After perusing our menus for awhile, the waitress comes to take our order. We already know we will each be ordering a plate of chicken-fried bacon as an appetizer, but Kurt wants some clarification on how big the "small" sirloin is for the main course of his meal. "24 oz.," says the waitress. Um... what? "The extra-small is 16 oz. and each size goes up a half pound from that." We glance back at the menu, noting that, in addition to the extra-small and the small, they also have a medium, large, extra-large, and "two-person." I don't know who those two people are, but I don't want them eating at our house. Kurt decides to order the extra-small steak.
Some time later, I see the waitress carrying two large plates heaping with what, from a distance, looks like a pile of fried chicken. After a fraction of a second I realize what's happening. "Oh, dear God," I say, and Kurt looks around just in time to see the waitress descending upon our table. She sets the heaping plates of chicken-fried bacon in front of us, and it is then that I remember that this stuff is also served with a bowl of white gravy. We realize at this point that we probably should have ordered a single plate and shared it, but we soldier on undaunted. It's good. It's really good. "Someone is going to Hell for this," says Kurt.
Act II
I have three pieces of battered bacon left on my plate. I am beginning to doubt the wisdom of this, and I haven't even seen my main course yet. I eat one more piece and realize that, yes, all good things must come to an end. Kurt finishes his bacon, despite his better instincts. We know we will pay for this later.
The main course comes, and I am grateful that I opted to forgo the steak. One side of Kurt's plate is piled high with fried okra, and the other side is completely obliterated by an enormous slab of meat. Kurt eyes the fried okra with pain and terror. He can't manage to put another fried anything in his mouth, and the steak is more than enough to tackle. We both make Herculean efforts, but neither of us can come close to eating half of what is on our plates. By now, we are both in pain, both wondering what havoc we have unleashed upon our digestive systems, and both making mental notes to find the Zantec and Tums when we get to the hotel. This could get ugly.
Epilogue
Yes, it was worth it, and yes, we highly recommend it with the following caveats in mind (bolded to impress upon you how important this is):
- Go hungry, or don't go at all.
- Do not, no matter how hungry you think you are, request an entire order for each person in your party. A single order of chicken-fried bacon will feed 2-3 people. We are very serious about this!
- Unless you are a Sumo wrestler, you will want the extra-small sirloin. Maybe the small, at most.
- Do get a salad. You will be so desperate for roughage, you will gnaw a tree.
Now, if you'll excuse us, we need to sit very still for the next 10-20 hours.
- Colette
Sunday in New Orleans
On Sunday morning we headed over to Brennens for brunch. Our head
wedding minion, Gina, just happened to be in town for work, and just
happened to have reservations at the best brunch place in town, so how
could we resist? We even packed presentable clothes for the occasion.
Kurt had fried shrimp over spinach and artichoke hearts, topped with
hollandaise sauce, ending with some bananas foster. I had eggs
portuguese, which was a taste explosion of poached eggs, puff pastry,
hollandaise, and other good stuff. My breakfast ended with a terriffic
piece of chocalate pecan pie. Very yummy!
wedding minion, Gina, just happened to be in town for work, and just
happened to have reservations at the best brunch place in town, so how
could we resist? We even packed presentable clothes for the occasion.
Kurt had fried shrimp over spinach and artichoke hearts, topped with
hollandaise sauce, ending with some bananas foster. I had eggs
portuguese, which was a taste explosion of poached eggs, puff pastry,
hollandaise, and other good stuff. My breakfast ended with a terriffic
piece of chocalate pecan pie. Very yummy!
Next it was out to Jazzfest. The art and food exhibits were cool, but
as soon as we tried to get onto the main track and over to the main
stages to see the bigger music acts, the whole expesience became a lot
less cool. Hot, in fact. Very hot. And smelly. And muddy. Maybe we're
just old, but we decided The Raconteurs weren't worth it (sorry Jack
White). On the way out we made a last-ditch effort at seeing some
music at this music festival and sat down at one of the smaller stages
between sets. Good thing. We caught The New Orleans Bingo Show, and
they were fabulous.
Once back in the French Quarter (and once we had the mud washed off),
we had dinner at a seafood place we hadn't tried yet. Kurt had oysters
(verdict: tasty), but I was a bit seafooded out by then, so I had a
burger. We capped off dinner with another cigar at Don Leoncio's, then
met Gina over at Jean Laffitte's (the place with the incredible
hurricanes) to round out our last night in New Orleans.
On to Snook!
Last breakfast in NOLA
Update from the phone: We're enjoying our last meal in New Orleans...
shrimp fettucine!
shrimp fettucine!
Next it's on to 9711 hwy 60 N, Snook, TX for chicken-fried bacon!
Sunday, May 4, 2008
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Saturday in New Orleans
Having discovered that the secret to surviving New Orleans might lie in not starting to drink until oh, say, sometime well after breakfast, I passed on the breakfast mimosa at the Cafe Pontalba, while Kurt had his bloody mary. This proved sage, as I continued to shop-hop while Kurt napped later that afternoon. The crab cakes benedict was delightful, as was Kurt's cajun omelette. Breakfast is proving to be quite the phenomenal meal here.
After breakfast, we took a carriage ride tour of the French Quarter. The driver was friendly and funny, but good gravy, did he have a thick accent! It was a longer than normal tour because some major street construction popped up overnight. Yes, that's right, they chose to begin a major street construction project on a Saturday, in the middle of Jazzfest. Brilliant. Cars and carriages were jammed all throughout the Quarter all day and into the evening.
Next, it was on to lunch at Yo Momma's. When we saw the Peanut Butter Bacon Burger on the menu, we just couldn't resist. Boy howdy, was that ever a great call. We should not have been surprised. Peanut butter: yummy. Bacon: yummy. Burger: yummy. Why not put them together? And let me tell you, when you ask for a burger medium rare there, they take it seriously. It was falling apart pink in places. Mouth-watering.
Saturday was shopping day, so we did a little shop-hopping after lunch, but Kurt decided he needed a nap. While he napped, I shopped strong. Vive la commerce!
When Kurt awoke, we met up and went in search of a bar that features Irish music. We found it, but alas, it wasn't the same as the old O'Flaherty's that Kurt so misses. We had a half & half while we listened to a set of music, and then decided it was time to go eat dinner.
On the way to Acme for a repeat of Friday's crawfish bliss, we stopped into a candy/fudge store and picked up some white chocolate macadamia toffee, and a couple of turtles. Deee-lish. At Acme there was a line to get in, but we decided it was worth the wait. It was. Kurt had another pound of boiled crawfish, plus a plate of grilled oysters, and a side of andoille sausage. I had the Peace-Maker po-boy, which is deep-fried oysters and deep-fried shrimp with Tabasco-infused mayonnaise. We also had another couple of Abita Strawberry Harvest beers. We really need to see if we can find this beer back home. Seriously.
After dinner, we wandered some parts of the Quarter where we had not yet been. During this trek, we came across a restaurant that was grilling oysters and boiling crawfish right on the sidewalk. I thought Kurt's head was going to explode. We may try to find those guys again before we leave. Eventually, we ended up at a small, quiet Irish bar, Fahey's, that caters mostly to locals, and we finished out the evening with a few games of darts. We split the games, 2-2. Kurt also managed to split a dart flight, which is pretty damn impressive if you ask me.
- Colette
After breakfast, we took a carriage ride tour of the French Quarter. The driver was friendly and funny, but good gravy, did he have a thick accent! It was a longer than normal tour because some major street construction popped up overnight. Yes, that's right, they chose to begin a major street construction project on a Saturday, in the middle of Jazzfest. Brilliant. Cars and carriages were jammed all throughout the Quarter all day and into the evening.
Next, it was on to lunch at Yo Momma's. When we saw the Peanut Butter Bacon Burger on the menu, we just couldn't resist. Boy howdy, was that ever a great call. We should not have been surprised. Peanut butter: yummy. Bacon: yummy. Burger: yummy. Why not put them together? And let me tell you, when you ask for a burger medium rare there, they take it seriously. It was falling apart pink in places. Mouth-watering.
Saturday was shopping day, so we did a little shop-hopping after lunch, but Kurt decided he needed a nap. While he napped, I shopped strong. Vive la commerce!
When Kurt awoke, we met up and went in search of a bar that features Irish music. We found it, but alas, it wasn't the same as the old O'Flaherty's that Kurt so misses. We had a half & half while we listened to a set of music, and then decided it was time to go eat dinner.
On the way to Acme for a repeat of Friday's crawfish bliss, we stopped into a candy/fudge store and picked up some white chocolate macadamia toffee, and a couple of turtles. Deee-lish. At Acme there was a line to get in, but we decided it was worth the wait. It was. Kurt had another pound of boiled crawfish, plus a plate of grilled oysters, and a side of andoille sausage. I had the Peace-Maker po-boy, which is deep-fried oysters and deep-fried shrimp with Tabasco-infused mayonnaise. We also had another couple of Abita Strawberry Harvest beers. We really need to see if we can find this beer back home. Seriously.
After dinner, we wandered some parts of the Quarter where we had not yet been. During this trek, we came across a restaurant that was grilling oysters and boiling crawfish right on the sidewalk. I thought Kurt's head was going to explode. We may try to find those guys again before we leave. Eventually, we ended up at a small, quiet Irish bar, Fahey's, that caters mostly to locals, and we finished out the evening with a few games of darts. We split the games, 2-2. Kurt also managed to split a dart flight, which is pretty damn impressive if you ask me.
- Colette
Saturday, May 3, 2008
Shellfish Anniversary
Special Message to Rick Lindemann
We know you've been looking for a supply of hops. We think we found them, but you might not want these.
Friday in New Orleans
The day started out as every day in New Orleans should: food and booze. We had wanted to go to Cafe du Monde for beignets, but a tour bus had just dropped off there, so we wandered the French Quarter, eventually settling on Pere Antoine. The Bayou omelette (stuffed with King Crab) was awesome, as were the incredible bloody mary and sparkling mimosa. Then it was off to Jean Lafitte's for more hurricanes.
The rest of the day was a blur of food, drink, and rain... and a very brief nap. We are big believers in the afternoon nap. Kurt had the best crawfish of his life at Acme, and that was just a warmup for dinner at Mothers. Oh yeah, we also had po-boys at Johnny's. And pralines at the market. And probably some other stuff I'm forgetting.
Lots of food here. Did we mention that?
The rest of the day was a blur of food, drink, and rain... and a very brief nap. We are big believers in the afternoon nap. Kurt had the best crawfish of his life at Acme, and that was just a warmup for dinner at Mothers. Oh yeah, we also had po-boys at Johnny's. And pralines at the market. And probably some other stuff I'm forgetting.
Lots of food here. Did we mention that?
Friday, May 2, 2008
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