New Orleans is such a fun town to just relax and hang-out! After all the fun of JazzFest, we relaxed the next day at the RV, Barry got to use his new Davey Crockett pellet grill to fix a huge dinner for all! Pork loin, shrimp, and red fish along with a meatloaf to save for later were the grilled and smoked delights! I served fresh asparagus with a Béchamel sauce and yellow rice (a Zatarain’s favorite!). We all enjoyed the time together to talk and reminisce about JazzFest.
On Monday, Barry, Mom, Alex & I decided to head to the Quarter for some fun. Our first stop was (of course) Café du Monde for Cafe Au Lait and beignets and some good people watching. On the way, we passed this MtF crossdresser street performer, photographs were for tips……seems like a lot of work on a hot day to me, but, maybe there is money to be made!
We looked for a spot to grab lunch/dinner; Alex wanted to try a crawfish boil for the first time. We stopped at a little speakeasy called Saints and Sinners for the crawfish; Mom always gets gumbo, and Barry & I had more seafood, but it was too early in the afternoon for live music. Alex’s BucketList: Crawfish Boil √
Our next stop was Pat O’Brien’s for a cooling hurricane…….can’t go wrong here……just remember that they charge you for the glass when you get the drink, you have to return it for a $3 credit afterward!
Last stop of the day was for everyone’s (but especially my) BucketList: Preservation Hall! We have all been to many concerts and expected this to be a smaller version of a concert hall…….it is not! Behind old doors and off a cool, dark hall, you are ushered into a small room, maybe 25’x40′, old wooden walls, with a band set up in front. Nearest the band are floor cushions (not for us, thank you), behind them are about 5 rows of heavy log benches and there are 2 log benches along the wall on the right. That’s it! The front benches are reserved for guests who bought tickets ahead of time, the rest of us sat toward the back and late comers were allowed to sit on the floor or stand in the very back. A couple of ladies served as unfriendly ushers, one made sure everyone was ready and all phones & cameras were stowed away and then she introduced Darryl Adams and the PresHall Brass Band. What followed was an hour of intimate, toe-tapping, sweet Jazz music without the conflict of flash lenses or clinking glasses or table conversations……just music. My BucketList: Preservation Hall Jazz concert √
Alex left the next day, Mom & I got relaxing mani/pedi’s. She flew out the next day and we waved goodbye to NOLA……..no, not goodbye,