Tag Archives: Bourbon Street

New Orleans. Where Every Day is Fat Tuesday

  Days are measured in New Orleans by the number of hours it takes your stomach to digest enough to allow you to go to the next meal. At lunch you discuss, over burps, where you’ll go for dinner. At dinner, as you loosen the top button on your jeans, you ponder how much you’ll be able to shovel in your face at breakfast. And all the while you promise yourself, and anyone in earshot, that you’ll work it off just as soon as you arrive home. Of course you will. This is the unfortunate side effect of being in one of the world’s best cities for food. On ... [Read More]

New Orleans-Too Much Fun!

Last week I got to spend time in New Orleans, one of the world’s coolest cities. (I told my boss I was going for the SEDC Conference, not for Hurricanes and hysterical gay men prancing around in red dresses and thongs. Both can be true, right?) SEDC is the Southern Economic Development Council that includes the 17 southern states. When you're in New Orleans the contagious spirit of happiness is everywhere. To see how much progress has taken place in the five years after Katrina is impressive. The people of Louisiana have the best attitudes and are so very proud of their home. Hearing stories of people ... [Read More]

People watchin and t-shirt shoppin

New Orleans is known for offering a smorgasbord of entertainment options, from Harrah’s Casino, to the multitudes of bars on Bourbon Street, to the array of adult-themed clubs and retail outlets. People-watching, however, surely ranks amongst my favorite of New Orleans activities. There’s never a shortage of drunk party-goers who’ve consumed a few too many Hurricanes and are eager to make fools of themselves; there’s a seemingly endless parade of women who outgrew their clothes several sizes ago, but still squeeze themselves into them for a prance down Bourbon street; there are middle-aged men with their over-sized t-shirts tucked into their under-pants, wearing black socks and ... [Read More]

New Orleans Hangover

What is it about a road trip that makes crap you’d never eat at home seem irresistible? On a pit-stop during the 8-hour drive from Atlanta I spotted Boston Baked Beans and decided that my life would be without meaning if I didn’t immediately devour a box. There are no beans in Boston Baked Beans, and I doubt they’re really from Boston, but once you forgive their pathological lying they’re perfectly delicious and absolutely ideal road-trip goodies. Jim, Brian and I arrived at the fabulous Westin Canal Place around midnight, and were stunned by the opulence of the suite to which they upgraded us. It’s roughly ... [Read More]