Waffle. Crab Cake. Poached egg. Hollandaise sauce.
In. That. Order.
I finally got to visit the bayou with a quick trip down to New Orleans in December. When I say quick I mean I only had to take off one day of work and was back here in the Carolinas to work the next. I use the word “work” very loosely as I was managing some brief and easy tasks with a beating headache and sunshades on from my night of partying. It was my first time in the city known for its Creole food and Bounce music. Being there for that short period of time forced me to pack a load of activities and sightseeing in with little time. I picked up some jambalaya, at the famous Mothers’ Restaurant, had some Pork Belly at Mr. Bs’, checked out the resting place for the Voodoo Queen, and drank everything in spirits except for the infamous Fireball on Bourbon Street.
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