Gettin' Queasy in the Big Easy

Special note: since this is being typed on iPhone mid flight and published on landing, editing for syntax and spelling will take place later!

In MYU airport, I hopped a shuttle bus making all necessary hotel stops for $15. Latin Quarter is the last stop on the list. I got a room at the Royal Sonesta facing Bourbon St. After dropping off my stuff, I headed to Carousel Bar.

When I first stepped into the bar, I made a full circle around the round bar and did not see a free seat. An older gentleman, probably close to 70 years old, stood up to offer me his seat. As soon as I stopped moving, I realized the room was spinning, and I hadn't even had a drink yet. My stomach lurched, and i grabbed onto a railing, until I realized that the bar itself was moving. The round bar, along with the bar stools, makes a full rotation every 15 minutes. I wasn't about to let the old guy stand, but he insisted, and quickly a new seat for him opened up, so it all worked out.

The man's name was Steve, and he ran a heavy construction company with his brothers. He was born and raised with a family of 6 brothers And 3 sisters in New Orleans. Every Friday he meets his brothers for dinner and drinks, then he comes to the Carousel Bar to people watch and chat with visitors and tourists from all over the world.

I ordered a Sazarac, one of the oldest and most traditional NOLA cocktails: bourbon, bitters, and a lemon twist.


After drinks I headed over to Tulane to Boucherie (thanks, Mr.Cook for the recommendation). I had bouchon balls, a deep fried, spicy Cajun sausage meatball) and beef brisket. Both were delicious. I sat at the bar and chatted with a young and friendly server named Andrew. He's an LA native, being the first generation of his family not to speak French as his first language. Michael the bartender was super nice and helped ms navigate the menu. The hostess also stopped by to say hello, and we all had a Jameson shot.

To be continued...


TBC...

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