Date: 23.2.2014
After resting a while we took of to see the French quarter and eat something. This was the first time during our trip the guys weren't hungry all the time because of the first real breakfast and some nuts we had at the apartment.
Because of the weather, we had the chance to drive around with the top open. Of course our playlist contained some metal (including Dark Tranquility and In Flames) and some Finnish folk music (Hei Scully by Kuningas Pähkinä and Setä Tamu and Mokoma's Hei Hei Heinäkuu).
First we drove around the quarter before parking the car.
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| You could get a tour of the quarter by foot, by bicycle taxi or by foot |
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| The Courtyards were amazeballs |
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| One tour group, there were lots and lots of them, some telling history, others paranormal history |
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| The Ironwork amazes me every time |
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| Yay, bubbles! |
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| Once again, just, WOW. |
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| The mist was still around, just higher now |
After some sightseeing we found our destination
Gumbo Shop, which I strong-armed stnz to choose for our dinner placebecause I wanted to eat something decent for once instead of the cheapest joints. Fortunately this place wasn't too expensive either, but the food was lot better.
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| My appetizer: Grilled boudin with Creole mustard, it was somewhat spicy :) |
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| Chicken Andouille Gumbo, appetizer for the guys |
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| Halen has food, halen is happier |
Our waiter was a bit scary, and got my imagination running. His voice was pretty monotone and his presence was a bit intimidating, so I imagined he was a retired or undercover super agent who'd take out his gun and saved the world any minute now. He had a huge scar on his face, so he pretty much looked like someone who had had enough of the motherfucking snakes in the motherfucking plane :D
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| Real Pecan pie and ice cream |
Once again eating food where it's from ruined something for me - after eating my dessert, pecan pie, I can say that every other pecan pie I've eaten is a cheap replica. Fortunately I haven't eaten seafood or any other kind of gumbo anywhere, so I only know now how it should taste, when I try to make it myself.
After full stomachs it was time to see the Bourbon Street. Oh god and what the fuck.
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| Hand Grenades and beer TO GO. |
The noise of the street was heard couple of blocks away, some bars blasting pop music loudly like in the beach streets of Canary islands. I had a feeling I stepped into a weekend cruise to Estonia, when the ships are full of Finns whose only aim is to get piss drunk and maybe have sex if they don't pass out before it.
I didn't like it, not one bit. And for me, it kinda didn't fit to the neighborhood, but the place is packed with tourists so maybe this is better than authentic jazz clubs?
We had enough pretty quickly and returned to our apartment. My only regret is not visiting the place during daytime, or getting into a bar where was live music playing, jazz or blues. That would've required one day more in NOLA, but the guys wanted quickly to "somewhere where the bananas grow" so I lost the battle on this topic before we even started the trip :/.
But now I know that I want to be in NOLA during next winter, and spend some days in NYC so I can go through the museum with time.
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