Day 2...
Neither of us being terribly hung over to begin the second day here, we decided on a quick awakening in order to catch the last minutes of our Continental Breakfast. So after breakfast over a few episodes of Deadwood and some lounging/planning, our stomachs were settled and we headed off to the hotel gym to get a quick workout in. After that bout of futility, we came back to our room to clean up and head out for our afternoon excursion.
First, we started walking towards the riverfront. It was a very pleasant day, unlike the previous, and walking along the banks of the river was quite refreshing. Along our walk, we came across a little diner on Bourbon and Dumaine called the Clover Grill. It was a classic burger joint that had very little on the menu. However, their 1/2 pound burger was deliciously appetizing and filling. Noticing the flamboyance of the staff and the gay-oriented newspaper on our table prompted me to announce to Matt 'I think we're in a gay diner.' Later searches of the interwebs lead us to the knowledge that the Clover Grill was in fact very much a "gay diner." It had good burgers and weenies. Awesome.
We walked further into the French Quarter down St. Anne to Jackson Square, a park Matt and I had been told to visit as a feather in our historical knowledge/tourist hat. It is a pretty little park with a large statue of Andrew Jackson proudly riding his horse. After this, we found ourselves in need of a small snack. What better place for a snack than the Cafe du Monde?
Ah yes. Calories. If you like a rich French donut with your powdered sugar then this is the place for you. Though the lines are long, the inexpensive and devilishly delicious pastries are well worth the wait. $2 gets you three donuts in a bag with a pound of powdered sugar. We both ate one and immediately asked ourselves why they come in threes. Walking back to the hotel and attempting to scarf down the others, we were left with dusted sweaters and a bag of pure white powder. God, we needed a nap.
I fell asleep and Matt continued his planning. As I awoke to the sound of Matt leaving for a drink in the lounge, I realized that we were in for another night of drinking along Bourbon Street. HI-YO!
Just like the night before, we had a couple drinks in our room and then headed off to the strip. Being a Thursday night, the street was much more alive and jumping than previously witnessed. We walked all the way down to the Original Tropical Isle Bar and had us a couple hand grenades. These were a bit stronger than last night's. We were determined to find a local bar with younger people and just hang out and drink in the atmosphere. Unfortunately, we never got that first step. We looked and looked and kept drinking hand grenades, but there was not one palatable bar for which to settle into. It was like seniors' night on Bourbon Street. Oh well...
After four hand grenades each and some beads thrown to us, we started walking further down Bourbon Street than we ever had all the way to Esplinade, where we saw the place we will be dining tomorrow night. We kept walking all the side streets that weren't filled with the elderly and headed back to the hotel drunk as lords. Matt became unconscious immediately while I watched an episode of Deadwood and prayed that pure hand grenades all night meant no hangover in the morning.
Good. Day...
Now Playing: Elliott Smith - "Independence Day"
posted by MikeStan @ 8:42 AM
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