Apologies for the lack of recent posts, the motherboard on my iPad crashed and farther was unable to fix it. So the following comes to from a brand new Ipad.
If you are looking for a supersonic culture exchange!!! Go from Constitution Avenue DA to Bourbon Street in Newwww Orrrlins, on a Saturday.
For once, Gray’s anal obsession of getting to airports really early paid off. It took us close on 2 hours to clear security at Ronald Reagan Airport. It was insane, I was almost strip searched. Our flight to Louis Armstrong Airport took 2 ½ hours. The airport was old and tired.
We had a great Uber driver who dropped us off at The Roosevelt Hotel. The hotel was originally opened in 1883 and has a colourful history. It is ornately colonial and, like most things in the US, the rooms are huge.
We took a late afternoon stroll down to Bourbon Street, a couple of blocks from our hotel. We were expecting a Mardi Gras type vibe with lots of jazz and restaurants. What we experienced was a dirty, smelly road with either the dregs of humanity or drunk students. Loads of pubs, with bright lights adorned the street. It is a noisy strip but sadly not with jazz.
We landed up at Desire Oyster Bar (sounds like a place you could pick up an STD) but actually it was a reasonable restaurant and a good place to try the local cuisine. We shared portions of BBQ oysters, crab cakes, jambalaya, gumbo and fried rice with black beans. Our waitress, Dolores, was around 75 and kept mixing up my drinks order. Not sure what cocktails I drank tonight. I think the problem is that yeeaallll speak a difference English down here.
We walked home via Royale Street one street down and parallel to Bourbon, this was more what I expected of the French Quarter beautiful houses, art galleries and shops.
I’m glad I experienced Bourbon Street but I have that T-shirt.
If you are looking for a supersonic culture exchange!!! Go from Constitution Avenue DA to Bourbon Street in Newwww Orrrlins, on a Saturday.
For once, Gray’s anal obsession of getting to airports really early paid off. It took us close on 2 hours to clear security at Ronald Reagan Airport. It was insane, I was almost strip searched. Our flight to Louis Armstrong Airport took 2 ½ hours. The airport was old and tired.
We had a great Uber driver who dropped us off at The Roosevelt Hotel. The hotel was originally opened in 1883 and has a colourful history. It is ornately colonial and, like most things in the US, the rooms are huge.
We took a late afternoon stroll down to Bourbon Street, a couple of blocks from our hotel. We were expecting a Mardi Gras type vibe with lots of jazz and restaurants. What we experienced was a dirty, smelly road with either the dregs of humanity or drunk students. Loads of pubs, with bright lights adorned the street. It is a noisy strip but sadly not with jazz.
We landed up at Desire Oyster Bar (sounds like a place you could pick up an STD) but actually it was a reasonable restaurant and a good place to try the local cuisine. We shared portions of BBQ oysters, crab cakes, jambalaya, gumbo and fried rice with black beans. Our waitress, Dolores, was around 75 and kept mixing up my drinks order. Not sure what cocktails I drank tonight. I think the problem is that yeeaallll speak a difference English down here.
We walked home via Royale Street one street down and parallel to Bourbon, this was more what I expected of the French Quarter beautiful houses, art galleries and shops.
I’m glad I experienced Bourbon Street but I have that T-shirt.
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