<p>NOLA stuff I love, please add yours:</p>
<p>St. Charles Ave streetcar rides;</p>
<p>Chicory coffee;</p>
<p>Music blasting out of Bourbon Street dives;</p>
<p>Abita beer;</p>
<p>Jazz!</p>
<p>Jackson Square early in the morning when the sun is coming up over the river.</p>
<p>Cafe DuMonde</p>
<p>Muffalattas at central grocery</p>
<p>red beans and rice anywere.</p>
<p>Zydeco!</p>
<p>Mother’s, Acme Oyster, and my son telling me that he and his friends went to the “Funky Butt” last night!</p>
<p>Beignets</p>
<p>Lunch at Mothers</p>
<p>Dinner at Commanders Palace</p>
<p>Doing my morning run along the grassy street car tracks in the Garden District and dodging the street cars as the come along.</p>
<p>Camellia Grill </p>
<p>Felix’s Oysters (take that, concerneddad)</p>
<p>Central Grocery</p>
<p>Red Beans and Rice, but also white beans and rice (with sausage, of course)</p>
<p>Boudin</p>
<p>Waiting in line at Galatoire’s</p>
<p>The run down, shotgun house near Tulane where I rented a room while working one summer</p>
<p>Galatoire’s
Muffalettas from Central Grocery
D-Day Museum
Shops selling Mardi Gras masks
Cafe du Monde for cafe au lait and beignets</p>
<p>King Cake
Tasso
Strolling around Jackson Square
and I hesitate to mention this…“sipping Hurricanes at Pat O’Brien’s with friends.”</p>
<p>When I visited New Orleans, I was underwhelmed by the Caf</p>
<p>Not even to mention the history, the museums, the music, the churches, the parades</p>
<p>It was old, it was a bit tawdry during Mardi Gras, perhaps, it was elegant, it was part of our past, it was the setting of poems, novels, it was American</p>
<p>I hope they can restore the Two Sisters restaurant. The outdoor patio was truly a marvel, and the food and service were delightful.</p>
<p>Commander’s
Bayona
Le Meridien and Windsor Place
Tower Records
Cafe du Monde
The “artistes” around Jackson Square, the guy painted silver, the balloon men
The Aquarium
The D-Day Museum
Hurwitz-Mintz and all of Royal Street
Acting “superior” as a frequent visitor and watching all the tourists
My 8 year old son, dressed to the teeth, standing on Canal in front of the Meridien trying to hail a taxi to take us to dinner at Commander’s, because that’s the way they do it in NYC in the movies (ala Home Alone)</p>
<p>I loved the antique shops. The French Quarter was so quaint and European, and there is just nothing like Cajun food. New Orleans was one of my favorite places to visit - so much to do and see there.</p>
<p>lderochi~</p>
<p>Have to totally agree about Felix’s oysters!!! ~b.</p>
<p>The residential architecture, not just along St. Charles, but throughout uptown.
The beignets - they’re still great, xiggi, even if they’re no longer homemade. In fact, I just may order some beignet mix online and have a NOLA nostalgia session right here at home.
Mr. B’s.
The weather in April.
The drawl - nothing like it.
Magazine St (uptownish part) - Auto mechanic next to antique shop next to laundromat next to boulangerie. You get the idea.</p>
<p>I’ve gone twice and this is pretty much the deal …</p>
<p><em>DAY 1</em>
breakfast = Beignets from Cafe du Monde
lunch = blackened something
dinner = listening to terrific jazz on Bourbon Street and blackened something
post dinner = stomach churning and a vow to eat healthy tomorrow …</p>
<p><em>DAY 2</em>
breakfast = Beignets from Cafe du Monde
lunch = blackened something
dinner = listening to terrific jazz on Bourbon Street and blackened something
post dinner = stomach churning and a solemn vow to eat healthy tomorrow …</p>
<p><em>DAY 3</em>
breakfast = last day … so extra Beignets from Cafe du Monde
lunch = blackened something
dinner = listening to terrific jazz on Bourbon Street and blackened something double sized order (after all it is the last day)
plane ride home = stomach churning but it is OK because there is a plane full of folks in the same situation</p>
<p><em>FIRST DAY HOME</em>
wish for Beignets and Blackened something!</p>
<p>And I can’t believe that I of all people didn’t mention it yet, ESPECIALLY because of the title of the thread</p>
<p>Fats Domino, the original big man
Irma Thomas
Clarence “Frogman” Henry
The Nevilles, all of them<br>
Al Hirt
Preservation Hall Jazz Band
Dr. John
WWL, particularly in the days of Angela Hill, Garland Robinette and Jim Henderson (I think Garland left after Angela Hill divorced him :))
Heck, even Chris Owens and her cheesy “New Orleans Revue” </p>
<p>3togo, LOL! And while I love it when it’s done correctly, there’s a special place in H<em>ll reserved for Paul Prudhomme for making waaay too many chefs *think</em> they know how to “blacken” food.</p>
<p>Good call Iderochi–the thread title was the tune I associate with Louie Armstrong…(and has been playing in my head a LOT the last two weeks)
Others - various Marsalis’s
Nick Payton
Terence Blanchard</p>
<p>dudedad, fair enough. But Fats’ version will always be the definitive one for me. </p>
<p>One last thing I love. Tchoupitoulas Avenue. No real reason, I just like saying it. And as an outsider who moved to La., I always liked hearing other outsiders try to pronounce it for the first time.</p>
<p>Great job 3togo!!!</p>
<p>Pronunciation of words is another thing special to NO (and S. LA in general). I felt like Clark W. Griswold in Europe Vacation (Big Ben…Parliment) looking for (pronunciation) A-bears Pharmacy. Round and round we drove…and all I could find was Herbert’s. Who knew Herberts was A-bears??? :)</p>
<p>All the above and eggs benedict (breakfast buffet) at Brennan’s. Po-boys.</p>