It's not all depressing news, beach clearing, and personal frustration down here in The Crescent City. Evenings in the French Quarter have been pretty spectacular. While Bourbon Street has it's "charm" it's best enjoyed in the company drunk friends and lovers. I've taken a liking to the slightly out of the way bars and music venues that quietly dot the streets of St. Peter, Royal and Chartres.
I've accomplished several N'awlins "must-do's". Caught a mind-blowing jazz show at Preservation Hall (pictured above) on Wednesday night. I'm officially hooked on brass, and lots of it. I've also enjoyed a few sets at the Maison Bourbon Jazz Club. My first "official" Hurricane was enjoyed beside the famous flaming fountain at Pat O'Brien's. The bartender there told me that since BP began igniting oil in gulf, no one asks how the fountain works anymore. I've washed down a Muffuletta at Napoleon House with their special Pimm's Cup and enjoyed one of Angeli on Decatur's Focaccia sandwiches with the local favorite, Abita Amber. This morning's breakfast was Cafe Au Lait and Beignets at Cafe Du Monde, and despite the fact high winds blew powdered sugar all over me, it hit the spot.
But, i learned some sad news at the Crescent City Brewhouse this evening. Carl the oyster shucker mentioned, as he shucked a half dozen oysters for me, that while these were brought in this morning and are as fresh as one can find them, they may in fact be the last batch of Louisiana oysters for quite some time. With the news today that BP's spill might be 10 times worse than predicted, i don't doubt it. So i sat at the bar, commiserating with other patrons, watching Carl work his magic for perhaps the last time, and savored every last one.
It's not all depressing news, beach clearing, and personal frustration down here in The Crescent City. Evenings in the French Quarter have been pretty spectacular. While Bourbon Street has it's "charm" it's best enjoyed in the company drunk friends and lovers. I've taken a liking to the slightly out of the way bars and music venues that quietly dot the streets of St. Peter, Royal and Chartres.
I've accomplished several N'awlins "must-do's". Caught a mind-blowing jazz show at Preservation Hall (pictured above) on Wednesday night. I'm officially hooked on brass, and lots of it. I've also enjoyed a few sets at the Maison Bourbon Jazz Club. My first "official" Hurricane was enjoyed beside the famous flaming fountain at Pat O'Brien's. The bartender there told me that since BP began igniting oil in gulf, no one asks how the fountain works anymore. I've washed down a Muffuletta at Napoleon House with their special Pimm's Cup and enjoyed one of Angeli on Decatur's Focaccia sandwiches with the local favorite, Abita Amber. This morning's breakfast was Cafe Au Lait and Beignets at Cafe Du Monde, and despite the fact high winds blew powdered sugar all over me, it hit the spot.
But, i learned some sad news at the Crescent City Brewhouse this evening. Carl the oyster shucker mentioned, as he shucked a half dozen oysters for me, that while these were brought in this morning and are as fresh as one can find them, they may in fact be the last batch of Louisiana oysters for quite some time. With the news today that BP's spill might be 10 times worse than predicted, i don't doubt it. So i sat at the bar, commiserating with other patrons, watching Carl work his magic for perhaps the last time, and savored every last one.
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