TOWB:Day 6, NOLA
No driving today, hooray! But in all seriousness it was a pretty awesome change of pace to not have to drive at all, we even got to sleep in!
We started off the day at Clover Grill on Bourbon street with some pretty solid diner breakfast food. Then we walked a little more of Bourbon street when it was all but empty before cutting over to Jackson Square and the Gray Line Tours office. It was then that we realized that the excessive number of people wearing orange weren't wearing it for my benefit but they were in fact Clemson fans. Apparently the Sugar Bowl is played in New Orleans, yes, that's how clueless I am about sports. After wading through the orange tide(that's a thing right?) we got on our tour bus and met our tour guide Mike Marino. Mike was 77 and was pretty darn funny, but he had a voice and a cadence that put Balson and me to sleep a few times during the tour. The tour took us around the area just outside the French Quarter and made stops at a cemetery and City Park. The cemetery was pretty interesting as the way they deal with the dead is a lot different than I'm used to, but I can't exactly recall enough of what was said to accurately speak on it. Don't worry though, I won't leave you hanging, here's a link to an article that might shed some light on the subject. At City Park we went to Morning Call, a 24 hour coffee shop that also serves beignets. This is one of the many areas of New Orleans that I'd love to spend more time exploring, but not on this trip.
The tour bus brought us back close to the Quarter, but they couldn't get to place we left from because the Sugar Bowl parade was starting. We made our way back to Jackson Square to get in line at Cafe Du Monde and meet up with an old friend from Pennsylvania that just happened to be in New Orleans at the time. Together we enjoyed more beignets and hot chocolate and then walked around Jackson Square and the Quarter a little bit before we headed back to the hotel for a badly needed nap.
An hour later, feeling refreshed we headed two blocks down Esplanade to eat at Port of Call, a place that was recommended to me more than any other. We both got a baked potato and burger and thoroughly enjoyed our food. We also got their signature drink, also highly recommended, Neptune's Monsoon. I've never gotten so much alcohol for $11 in my life. We both drank our first one while eating and then got another one to go, also the recommended course of action. We stopped back at the hotel to relax a little bit before we headed back out to Frenchmen street where we thought we might listen to a little live music. Pretty much every place was very busy but it was definitely a cooler area than our next outing, Bourbon Street. I felt like we had to at least see it even if we didn't go "in." We ended up walking through most of it, but for at least part of it we were more carried along by the crowd than we were walking on our own. By the time we diverted off onto a side street we both had an urgent need of facilities so we headed back on Royal, a parallel street. Once back at the place we relaxed a bit more then headed out one last time to enjoy the fireworks. They turned out to be pretty weak, despite us being informed that they were supposed be the "tricentennial" celebration. Then back to the hotel to pass out for the night.
Tomorrow we're back on the road and on to Memphis. Tomorrow I should be back on schedule when it comes to posting at the end of the night.