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!
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