Have you ever had a meal that was so good that when you close your eyes you can almost taste it?
Now imagine having that type of meal every single time. That is New Orleans and as a thank you I’ve deiced to write a love letter because a city that treated me and my tastebuds so well deserves a little love letter and just in time for Valentine’s Day too!
New Orleans Love Letter Time
My Dearest New Orleans,
It has been months since I have seen you last but you are constantly on my mind. From the powdered kisses of fried dough in the form of not one but two visits to the iconic Cafe Du Monde to the late nights of music.
During the day, you were warm but not too hot making it easy to dance the day away at Voodoo Festival and not have my make-up melt off too. October was a perfect time to explore you and not just because you allowed the perfect place to dress up for Halloween!
Different parts of New Orleans spoke to me and there is truly a space for everyone. The Garden District offered a glimpse into the wealthy but also the grandeur of what New Orleans used to be.
Walking the graves of history while holding the hand of the man I love, are memories and moments I won’t forget. Sipping on a coffee as we went house shopping in our dreams. Full of vintage clothes, things, and delicious food. We enjoyed browsing the artists and even buying a bit of you to take home with us.
All in the details…
The nights on Bourbon Street was exactly what I thought a night out in New Orleans would be. Not enough boobs but I guess that is what you get for not visiting during Mardi Gras. Happy people, silly people and the plain old strangers all coming together to have a good time. Brass bands played all hours of the day and palms read while figuring out the ghost stories that haunt the different parts of you. Frose in a plastic cup that was far too sugary but helped with the giggles.
Spending an hour listening to the historic Jazz Pervesionat band was a moment that I won’t forget. Seeing Sean’s face light up watching a band he loved in person in an intimate space. A room where some of the greatest jazz musicians had been in. It’s true what they say. New Orleans is the place to be for Jazz.
Food Lovers Paradise = New Orleans
If I could write a personal letter to every person who cooked my meals at the following places I would:
Mr. B’s Bistro might have the waiters dressed up to the nines but their fresh baked bread and your shrimp dish still has Sean in awe.
Willie’s Chicken Shack I might have been a bit drunk but DAMN YOU WAS GOOD.
Ruby Slipper Cafe you delivered that boozy brunch with a stack of pancakes so fluffy with that perfect side of bacon. You might be a chain but any place full of locals every weekend was worth a try and I’m glad I did.
Cochon happened by chance thanks to a Uber driver who talked about your delicious rabbit and dumplings. Worth the detour and tasty with every single bite.
Southern Candymakers made the right comment that we should buy some for ourselves and friends because otherwise those pralines weren’t ever gonna make it to our family.
Dat Dogs reminded me just how good a fancy hot dog is, especially with a side of root-beer.
Johnny’s Po-Boys has been around since the 1950s and you can see why. In fact, it still makes me feel full and it has been months since I ordered the classic oyster po-boy with jalapeno hush puppies.
Tujague’s offered a glimpse into the past of New Orleans and has been serving meals for over 160 years. With a great lunch deal, it was a perfect last meal to have before hitting the long road back to Virginia.
The best part of though of New Orleans? Was the time spent with friends who I hadn’t seen in far too long. Sharing a shotgun house, doesn’t leave a lot of privacy but what’s the point when you are with your best friends? The moments we spent getting ready as Wizard of Oz characters to a day out listening to Mumford Sons and The Revivalists.
Late-night chats over chips and dip as we caught up on life. Despite the distance, it was like nothing had changed yet everything at once. Seeing how we have grown since teens to now and yet exactly how we are the same from eating habits to what we like to drink on a night out.
New Orleans, I can’t wait to see you again. There is so much left of you to explore and I think a reunion will happen sooner rather than later. That’s a promise.
Until we meet again, here is a slideshow gallery of our time together.
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