The craziness on Bourbon Street died down around 3 am. On a Thursday. I can't wait to see what the weekend brings.
We were up relatively early this morning because of Butch and... well... just because of Butch. He was excited to go and explore some more.
On a non-Eric recommendation, we walked over to Mother's for breakfast.
Great atmosphere at Mother's but the food was so-so. I had an egg and sausage po'boy while Butch opted for a regular plate of eggs, grits and ham. Butch and I still don't like grits. I was just listening to this podcast about whether or not a restaurant can be truly integrated. Those people need to visit Mother's before reaching their final conclusion.
We then hopped on the St. Charles Ave. streetcar and rode it as far as The Columns Hotel. We got off and walked around looking at all the beautiful mansions. This one was by far my favorite. I thought I put up a lot of Christmas lights but this has all the fences and all the large trees completely wrapped in lights. We were discussing how we need to take the streetcar back at night just to see what this place looks like lit up.
After a round of drinks at The Columns Hotel, we hopped back on the streetcar to ride back to the French Quarter. Bloody Mary for Butch and Pimm's for me.
All the art galleries finally got to me which led to the following impulse purchase
Nothing like shopping to work up an appetite. Shrimp po'boy at Napoleon House.
Butch and I are back on the balcony at our hotel room, sipping on our to-go drinks and resting up before heading out again. We have to pick a place for dinner and then have a wedding cocktail party.
So little time and so many places to eat here. It is truly mind boggling the number of places to eat here and the good, good food.
We were up relatively early this morning because of Butch and... well... just because of Butch. He was excited to go and explore some more.
On a non-Eric recommendation, we walked over to Mother's for breakfast.
Great atmosphere at Mother's but the food was so-so. I had an egg and sausage po'boy while Butch opted for a regular plate of eggs, grits and ham. Butch and I still don't like grits. I was just listening to this podcast about whether or not a restaurant can be truly integrated. Those people need to visit Mother's before reaching their final conclusion.
We then hopped on the St. Charles Ave. streetcar and rode it as far as The Columns Hotel. We got off and walked around looking at all the beautiful mansions. This one was by far my favorite. I thought I put up a lot of Christmas lights but this has all the fences and all the large trees completely wrapped in lights. We were discussing how we need to take the streetcar back at night just to see what this place looks like lit up.
Streetcar selfie
All the art galleries finally got to me which led to the following impulse purchase
Nothing like shopping to work up an appetite. Shrimp po'boy at Napoleon House.
Butch and I are back on the balcony at our hotel room, sipping on our to-go drinks and resting up before heading out again. We have to pick a place for dinner and then have a wedding cocktail party.
So little time and so many places to eat here. It is truly mind boggling the number of places to eat here and the good, good food.
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