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New Orleans Part Two and my Deepest Apologies.

OCTOBER 14, 2010

Hello friends, family and others. If you were ever a fan of boutwhat I'm sure I have totally lost you. I did lose my computer charger but that is no excuse for having the last blog post be from New Orleans. I am so embarrassed. Let's see, it's going to take some backtracking to catch up. Well... a lot of back tracking. But perhaps it will go quickly. Let's give it a whirl.

So apparently it is tradition, if not of everyone, but of my fathers, to have oysters and a pimms cup in new orleans. Annie was back at the great and helpful droid phone and we found a place that had half priced oysters and cocktails called Luke. The restuarant ended up being owned by celebrity chef, John Besh. We were not exactly dressed for the occasion but we sideled up to the bar anyways. Our bartender turned out to be the best thing to happen to us in New Orleans.

 He took pity on us two straglers and decided to help our cause by boozing us up. I had complained to him about the overly sweet daquari I had consumed on Bourbon street the night before so he made me a REAL daquari. Which, for those of you that do not know is simply rum, lime juice and simple syrup. TAsty. He then took it upon himself to give me a little history in the literary world and made me Hemingway's twist on a daquari, which added a hint of grapefruit and maraschino. Even better. Annie made a friend at the bar named Matt who was on a bit of a trip himself via airplane. But he was from Chicago and loved food so that kept Annie in happy conversation while I continued to drink... Yes. This whole scene.. if you would like to imagine was quite hysterical. First of all we are both in jeans and t-shirts in a restuarant where the dinner entrees go for forty dollars a plate, second of all we are slurping down two dozen oysters and various cocktails and third of all... it totally kicks ass. Why not? A man named Roy sits down next to me, he is from Lafayette and writes nonfiction books about dealing with difficult youth. He is trying to determine what one component of his meal is and I inform him it has something to do with watermelon

Roy is incredibly excited about our trip. Roy likes Crown Royal and coke. Our bartender friend, I think his name was Thomas but I cannot be too sure, decides to get really decadent at this point. "Can I offer you ladies some absinthe?"
             "Indeed you can!" we say.


He tells us the story behind the absinthe and runs us through the whole tradition of absinthe drinking. He says NEVER to let anyone burn sugar in to your absinthe. It burns away the alcohol and does nothing for the taste. So... for anyone who was ever melted sugar cubes in to their absinthe... you've been doing it wrong all along.

After a healthy amount of free top shelf booze we leave the bar happy and... surprisingly... hungry. We were told to go to Mother's, authentic creole style food. It's right around the corner. It's a small counter service style place where you are intended to eat gigantic poboys but we spring for the gumbo and et tu fe. Our portions are tiny for the price and though tasty... I am sorry to say we leave disapointed. And to top this off, I'm sure from a mixture of various cocktails and perhaps a bad oyster, Annie gets sick. It's time to leave New Orleans... I grab a coffee, run to get the car and off we go in to the night. Another car camping night follows.


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