new orleans, louisiana

I recently traveled with some good friends to New Orleans for a long weekend.  New Orleans is where I was born and where my mother was raised. I love everything about it.

In creating the weekend itinerary, I painstakingly consulted the very best: 1. All my extra-persnickety relatives. 2. Angèle Parlange—authoress of the book, Creole Thrift and arbiter of all things fine. 3. Frances Smith, the doyenne of NOLA who owns our hotel—the Soniat House in the French Quarter. 4. And lastly, Brett Anderson, who was the food critic for the Times Picayune newspaper— since most of us fancy ourselves closeted food critics.

Our itinerary read like a scavenger hunt of sorts:  tracking down the best biscuits, beignets, eggs Sardou, oyster po-boys, shrimp + grits, soft shell crab, late-night burgers… Our days were packed in + out of antique shops on Magazine Street; exploring the Garden District by horse-drawn carriage with Mint Juleps in hand; photographing the famous, above-ground Lafayette Cemetery; on the back of rickshaws in the Marigny; commissioning poems at midnight; listening to jazz bands on Frenchmen Street.

It was a whirlwind that everyone should take…. BUT, be sure pack your fat pants + TUMS!!!

Stay tuned for more!

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