So, I arrived in grand style at MSY, the New Orleans International Airport. By grand style, I mean that I got off the coach seat, went into the terminal, and then sat for about an hour waiting for J's plane to arrive... After some unpacking, showering and football watching (Cal v Texas A&M, Holiday Bowl), we headed over to the French Quarter for some food and drink.
Our first stop was Acme Oyster House, where we were able to watch the rest of the Cal game, having only missed a minute of the end of the first half and the halftime report. Needless to say, Cal whooped some butt, steamrolling the Aggies, 45-10. As for food and drink, we had some fresh oysters ($10 for a dozen... cheap, huh?), Boo Fries (which are basically fries drenched in steak gravy and cheese... delicieux!!), and a little more than a pitcher of Abita Amber, a yummy local brew.
After the game was over, we wandered on down Bourbon St. and headed to Lafitte's Blacksmith Shop, the "Oldest Bar in the USA Since 1772." There, I had a drink called a Hurricane, which seems to be one of several New Orleans specials, that consisted of 151 and orange something-or-another... We stuck around there for a while, listening to the pianist Johnny play and sing some tunes, mostly of the Christmas theme. And, afterwards, we staggered back to the hotel and crashed out. Let me tell you, though, drinking and then crashing out PST early means waking up early and consequently I am now adjusted to time here, being awake at 8ish in New Orleans time (2 hours ahead of San Francisco).
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