Sunday, May 27, 2007

Two days in NOLA

Paul and I have been having such a great time in New Orleans over the last couple of days, that I haven't had a chance to blog. Since today was dedicated to driving through Mississippi and Alabama (and thus giving me nothing to write about), here are some highlights of our time in New Orleans.

We hadn't had the best of luck finding an outstanding meal, so I pulled out the big guns. Back in the eighties, a chef named Paul Prudhomme popularized cajun cuisine and the process of "blackening" food. So when I wanted to make sure that Paul and I had a truly remarkable Cajun experience, we went to Paul Prudhomme's Louisiana Kitchen.


We were walk-ins, on a holiday weekend, in one of the most popular restaurants in the French Quarter. Fortunately the food Gods were smiling upon us, because despite being told it would be ninty minutes, we got to a table in less then ten!

Paul Prudhomme didn't disappoint. God, I love Gumbo!

We spent a good part of our time just wandering the streets, popping our head into any place that looked remotely interesting...






We did find ourselves back in Pat O'Brien's, drinking hurricanes and mint julips again.





This time we met a couple of nice women who were here for the "Municipal Clerks Convention". Starla and Robin were very nice, and were suitably impressed by our three month expedition. There was another municipal clerk from Massachusetts (whose name elluded me), who was a bit put off by Paul and I. Probably because we kept him from scoring with either of the ladies. When they invited us to come with them to find all the best musical haunts, he was quick to chase us off.
It was late and we were all ready to head back anyway. I'm curious if he got anywhere...


There are some amazing haunts in New Orleans, and it really is like Disneyland for adults. Right down to the lines that form for all the popular restaurants.





We also spent some time at the Tabasco store, although I think Paul liked the stuff a bit too much.



One other interesting thing of note. We popped back to Baton Rouge to get our motorcycles after their 6,000 mile service, and low and behold, another hitchhiker!


This time, the grasshopper managed to stay with us the full eighty miles from New Orleans back to Baton Rouge! Aren't grasshoppers good luck in Chinese culture? If so, we have lots of good karma for the rest of our adventure.


Part of our exploration of New Orleans was to try and see some of the water damage from Hurricane Katrina. The first thing we did was walk along one of the levees.
It's kind of cool, yet kind of strange. The entire city is surrounded by these twenty foot tall walls that keeps the water from flowing in. The city is literally below the water line! It's easy to see that all it takes is for one levee to breech for the entire city to flood!


In our quest to see where the levees broke, we got to see a lot of the city.



The strangest part was when we passed a young man who was literally turning blue, and collapsing on the sidewalk! As good fortune would have it, he had his attack ten feet from a fire station. Paul and I and a couple of other folks went and got help before we continued our walkabout.

By the time we returned, the young man was once again flesh toned. Just another exciting day in the "Big Easy!"


Of course, no trip to the big city is complete if you haven't seen a Hard Rock Cafe. Nothing much to write home about, but I've always loved the "No drugs or nuclear weapons are allowed inside" sign.


Alas, our tour of New Orleans ends. Today we drove through Mississippi and Alabama, with literally nothing worth photographing. Oh well, we're in Panama City, FL now, and tomorrow we head towards Tampa, our next stop along the way to Key West. We'll keep you up to date right here!

6 comments:

Edwin said...

I hope you didn't send this url to Stephanie (of Stephanie and Jeet)... she is from Alabama, you know!e

Edwin said...

Oh yeah, and Aloha from the nav seat of Cipriana anchored peacefully off of China Camp in Marin county. (It's north of San Rafael on San Pablo Bay.)

Margaret said that she wanted an ass report. She wants to know if the form-fitted seat really works, or if you are developing a bad ass attitude. (yes, bad pun intended)

Peter Kevin Reeves said...

Perhaps we just drove through the incredibly mundane and boring part of Alabama? ;)

You're able to blog from Cipriana? Cool!

As for the "Ass Report", the Rick Mayer custom seat has done wonders! After eight to ten hours, one's ass will always be sore. However, thanks to having a good seat, it only takes ten to fifteen minutes to recover.

Isn't technology grand?

Eric said...

Glad to hear your ass is doing well, Mr. Reeves. Just got back from the Pacific Northwest myself, where the coffee is yummy. How's NOLA in general? You hear all these stories that it hasn't recovered, that it will never recover. How did it look? And if you get a chance to check, can you remind me if it's the bridge that ices first, or the road? I get confused.

Roz said...

Did you get a Muffalatto (sp?) while you were there? It's a sandwich that is best described as a side of William Conrad on rye. It is quite good. Enjoy Alabama, sir. Remember, the state will go by faster if you ride it wearing nothing but seatless pants. Nothing.

Eric said...

Roz sure is into those seatless pants. Hmmmm.....