Bayou Barriere Golf Course and the French Quarter
Trip Start Jan 30, 2009
3Trip End Feb 06, 2009
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1. Stumpfffffffffff Street kisses.
Our first golf course was on the south side of the city, so we had to get moving. We grabbed a quick breakfast of croissanwiches and cheesy tots at a Burger King drive-thru and headed off across the lake. As it turns out, the bridge IS a toll bridge ($3), but you are only charged when traveling in-bound to the city. We drove through the city and across the Mississippi through neighborhoods that looked nice enough, but that all had bars on the windows. They were all very nice, decorative, and sometimes even ornate bars, but bars nonetheless.
After golf, we decided to go downtown and pointed Betty (affectionate nickname for our GPS unit) towards a parking area near the French Quarter. Just in the nick of time, we realized that instead of the bridge she brought us over on, she was sending us back to the city via ferry! We set her straight and soon were downtown enjoying a beautiful, warm, sunny afternoon. After a morning of golf, I was starving, so after walking along the river front park, finding food was our first mission. We very quickly found the Jax Brewery food court where we got a couple of pieces of pizza and a dish of fruit (watermelon chunks and grapes).
We headed down Decatur Street towards Jackson Square where we came across a large gathering around a band of street performers. They had been dancing, but the only trick we saw was one of the guys walking on his hands all the way UP and then back down the staircase across the street from the square. Impressive!
We sort of let our eyes and our curiosity lead us through the city, so I can't even begin to tell you where we were or exactly what we saw, but a few things I remember are:
3. With Mardi Gras just 3 weeks away, decorations were everywhere. Made us feel like we were there for the party without actually having to deal with the party-goers.
4. The decorated hearse: Somewhere along Decatur we ran into a guy showing off a hearse that he had decorated with just about every piece of junk you can imagine...toys, watches, chains, buttons, belt buckles, you name it. I asked the artist where he got all the items thinking they might all be found objects, but no. He actually finds them at thrift shops and such.
5. Bulletin board (also along Decatur Street at the far end of the French Market): Plywood panels have been used over and over for so long that there was way more metal (old staples) than wood left. Struck me as a very cool little piece of history.
6. PRALINES!!! I had forgotten just how good they were, but didn't forget where the candy store was or that they offered free samples!
7. Cigar shop: Watched a row of older men sit and smoke cigars while rolling cigars. Amazing how quickly they worked.
We ended up across the street under the neon glow of the Copeland's sign where we saw others in jeans coming and going. The place was still pretty nice, and very expensive, but good. I ordered a London Broil sampler that turned out to be 4 thin bites of steak and half of a stuffed tomato...I figure it was about $1 a bite for the plate. Luckily Don's jumbalya was chock full of chicken and was way too much for him to eat. We shared his dinner, Don did his "butt kicking dance" in the booth, and then we ordered cheesecake and carrot cake to go. Both were HUGE pieces filling a large take home container.
My Dolce de Leche Cheesecake was covered in a smooth caramel sauce, sprinkled with praline crumbles, and topped with whip cream - absolute decadence! Funny enough, before ordering our desserts, we asked our waitress what she would recommend. Without knowing what we had decided, her first choice was the carrot cake and her second was the Dolce de Leche Cheesecake.
Though it felt like we had done enough to cover 2 or 3 days, it was only 8pm when we got back to the hotel. We spent the rest of the evening relaxing in front of the TV and enjoying our desserts.
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