After a short break relaxing on our balcony, we ventured out for some more exploring.
Believe it or not, we were not really hungry but thought we should get something before the wedding cocktail party so we stopped at Chartres House. This was our least favorite meal of the trip.
The sausage is boudin and I did not like it at all. Is it supposed to be served cold? That might have been the problem.
A quick round of drinks at The Chart Room
The cocktail party was as expected. It was held at one of those balconies over Bourbon. We threw beads at people. I had my first and last Hurricane. They should come with a "causes diabetes" warning label.
After the party, we headed over to Frenchmen Street to drown in the sound of the jazz and blues clubs. What a scene just wandering up and down the 2 blocks of clubs.
We tried to get burgers at Port of Call but we could barely even get in the door. We need to visit this spot again. After the loud clubs, it was like entering another world; mellow music and everyone just sitting around eating burgers. We settled for some late night beignets at Cafe Du Monde.
Not sure what time we finally went to bed but I see that my Fitbit measured 3000 steps after midnight.
The last blog-worthy thing item of the night was our late night visitor. We had a drunk woman beating on our door at 4:30 this morning. We finally called security to rescue her. Butch and I were laughing listening on the other side of the door as the poor guards were trying to get some coherent information out of her. There's a story there somewhere. Either she forget her room number or her partner locked her out because he was mad at her getting home at 4:30.
Today, we are planning to do Eric's 3-for-lunch adventure.
Believe it or not, we were not really hungry but thought we should get something before the wedding cocktail party so we stopped at Chartres House. This was our least favorite meal of the trip.
The sausage is boudin and I did not like it at all. Is it supposed to be served cold? That might have been the problem.
A quick round of drinks at The Chart Room
The cocktail party was as expected. It was held at one of those balconies over Bourbon. We threw beads at people. I had my first and last Hurricane. They should come with a "causes diabetes" warning label.
After the party, we headed over to Frenchmen Street to drown in the sound of the jazz and blues clubs. What a scene just wandering up and down the 2 blocks of clubs.
We tried to get burgers at Port of Call but we could barely even get in the door. We need to visit this spot again. After the loud clubs, it was like entering another world; mellow music and everyone just sitting around eating burgers. We settled for some late night beignets at Cafe Du Monde.
Not sure what time we finally went to bed but I see that my Fitbit measured 3000 steps after midnight.
The last blog-worthy thing item of the night was our late night visitor. We had a drunk woman beating on our door at 4:30 this morning. We finally called security to rescue her. Butch and I were laughing listening on the other side of the door as the poor guards were trying to get some coherent information out of her. There's a story there somewhere. Either she forget her room number or her partner locked her out because he was mad at her getting home at 4:30.
Today, we are planning to do Eric's 3-for-lunch adventure.
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