New Orleans, Day Five
I headed out to enjoy my last full day in town, and happened to cross this:
I thought the two of them sitting together like that was pretty neat. I'd been keeping my eye out for the water meters, and most of them have been replaced with ones that are pretty much blank. I thought it was worth documenting the two of them together.
From there, I wandered off for an early lunch (for me...it was after 11) to the Green Goddess. I'd been looking forward to trying them, but they were closed for most of my visit. Thursday was pretty much my last chance, and I decided to take it.
They really are tucked away, hiding off the beaten path in an alley. I passed it the first time and ended up circling the block before I finally caught sight of their sign.
Since it was my last day in town, I got to blow all the money I hadn't already squandered, so I went ahead and ordered one of their original juice cocktails. I piked the Lychee Ginter Mint "Julep," which contains lychee puree, ginger syrup, ginger beer and muddled mint.
I loved it. My first thought, however, when I took a sip was that my mom would hate it. The flavor is too hairy. I definitely enjoyed it, though. She might like the Salty Mango-Banana Lassi.
For actual food, I ordered the French Toast Stuffed with Cherries & Chevre.
It was fantastic. The cherries were good, the goat cheese was much milder than I expected, the bread was good...Nothing to complain about here. There was a stone from one of the cherries, but that just means it's real cherries, right?
I had been planning on leaving it at that (actually, I hadn't planned on the cocktail), but I spotted one more thing on the menu I absolutely had to have: Sparkling Meyer Lemon Parfait.
Homemade lemon curd layered with whipped cream, crumbled Italian cookies and marionberry puree? Sign me up. The whipped cream was actually kind of awful, and I'm not sure how they pulled that off. The rest of it was so good that I forgave the whole incident with the cream.
One of the things that I really love about the French Quarter is just how much there is to see a notice, no matter where you look.
While I was out shopping, I had to stop by a place I had spotted while I was in the Gumbo Shop. I can't remember the name of the place, and for some reason I didn't pick up a card or menu, and I didn't take a picture of their sign. They're on St. Peter right across from the Gumbo Shop, and they have gelato.
I love gelato. And I love cherries...so Italian cherry gelato? Oh, yes.
I needed more sugar to fuel the shopping spree, you see. Not that I didn't stop to appreciate some of the gorgeous balconies while I was going about my business.
I finally made it all of the way down Decatur to Central Grocery, home of the muffuletta. I'd been looking forward to trying one while I was in New Orleans, and I was psyched when I found out the place that had created it was still open and still selling them.
This I did not like. I saw lots and lots of people really enjoying theirs, and but when I got mine and sat down to enjoy it, I really couldn't get into it. I love every single one of the ingredients, but combined the way they were, they just made something too salty and oily for me to really enjoy. I ate one quarter of it, tried to finish the second, and ended up throwing it away.
I'm still glad I got to go there and try one, though.
After I finished dinner (early), it was time for my next ghost tour, which met in front of Rev Zombie's Voodoo shop.
The lady selling the tickets also wears a seven-pointed star. She doesn't have a tattoo of one, but she's planning one. She called us necklace buddies and said she wanted to chat about it during the break on the tour. Unfortunately, when the groups were split up and assigned to tour guides, I wasn't in her group.
That's ok, though, because the tour guide I did end up with was absolutely fantastic. His name is Midian, he's with Haunted History Tours, and it was really phenomenal.
I was actually trying to get a shot of the building behind him, but I went ahead and snapped this picture of him enthusiastically demonstrating how limbs were removed during the Civil War.
One of the great things about Haunted History Tours is that you do get a break. I forget the name of the bar where we took ours, but it had a lovely courtyard with a stage, where Midian told another story while we rested.
One of the great things about New Orleans is how permissive they are about animals in places of business. I met this big boy on the way through the bar to the courtyard.
When we left, he had managed to get the ball, and he was lounging contentedly against the bar.
I think that every ghost tour is obligated to stop by the LaLaurie house on Royal, but I don't mind at all. It's one of my favorite stories ever. It's got everything: torture, vivisection on unwilling slaves, cannibalism, a grand escape, and finally some serious haunting.
I learn that in New Orleans, if you see a window that's bricked over, something really nasty probably happened in the room that's been sealed off. Fantastic.
The tour ended in Pirate's Alley, which was only a short jog from the front of St Louis Cathedral.
Once the tour was over, I headed over to the front of the cathedral, where I met up with my necklace buddy. We chatted briefly while tickets were sold, and then I was off on my vampire tour.
The tour guide was Johnathan, and the tour he gave was a delicious mix of history, legend, and some movie trivia. It was wonderful, and I highly recommend it.
I'd originally planned to get something to munch on after the tours were over, especially in light of throwing away half of my dinner. At the end of four hours of walking, however, I wasn't hungry. I was exhausted.
I crawled back to my hotel room, finished packing, showered, and hit the bed.