Yes, we made it to New Orleans--5 and a half hours thank you very much. My husband is feeling well and the trip was fun. We just got back from club crawling on Bourbon Street on our first evening and uploaded the first photos.
I wanted to especially thank the wonderful trainers at the Y in Valdosta for the body above. Thank you, thank you Elizabeth, Natalie, and Priscilla. Without you, this dress would not work. I saved it for the first night because the dresses get larger and more tent-like after this. Since I am normally a hardcore vegan ( I do slip, fried chicken is like kryptonite for me), I did plan ahead to lose my gourmand mind in New Orleans.
We started this afternoon at Cafe du Monde. I had planned on doing breakfast there, but couldn't wait any longer after we checked into the Hotel Provincial. Dinner followed at Broussard's, which was to die for. Restaurant menus are like erotica for me, so are cook books. Sometimes I just lay in bed and read them for the thrill of it, so planning our eating adventure was a challenge.
I started with the turtle soup with sherry. He did the shrimp,corn, and sweet potato bisque, followed by the Broussard's salad. I had the Maytag blue cheese salad with an entree of redfish Broussards. He choose the gulf fish Nicola, which was even better than mine. I believe it was drum, but the panko crust was lighter than air and the red curry cream sauce was rich like velvet. For dessert, we went traditional with Bananas Foster. This was a great entry into New Orleans restaurants for my husband, the restaurant was slow so we got exceptional service and each of the staff told us a little history about the establishment and shared their favorite dishes with us.
Later we wandered down the loud vomit smelling horror that is Bourbon street and wove in and out of the clubs. Seven blocks later walking back to our hotel, my Calvin Klein metallic python platforms were squeezing the life out of my feet and I was tired of sucking my stomach in. I love this dress (Bebe), but I'm buying some Spanx next time so that I can eat even more. The girls at the Y work miracles, but I'm afraid my next cosmetic improvement is going to be a little lower abdominal work. I'd rather pay the money than do lower ab work anyway.
Tomorrow is lunch at Muriels and dinner at Antoine's, plus whatever other food I can cram in. I figure we'll work it off next week when we get back. It's time to actually enjoy all the hard work I put into myself the last few months, because if I'm going to go all out and eat, it's going to be the best food on the planet--which I really believe that in the U.S is right here in New Orleans.
Bon Appetit' y'all and see you tomorrow. I told my husband I expected him to put out after all the money I spent on him at dinner and I'm off to collect on it.
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