Tag Archives: New Orleans

This Post Is Not About Beads

I lied. Look…beads! On Esme!

I can't even look at you, I'm so ashamed of my actions.

Want to know a secret? You don’t have to flash anyone to get beads. Beads just rain down upon you…even when it’s not Mardi Gras.

But New Orleans isn’t just about beads. It’s not just about food and desserts. It’s not just about ghosts. It’s about music.

It’s about Tennessee Williams. It’s about guys and gals screaming “Stella!” in the streets. Yes, we saw that.

The lady in the hat above the first "N" in "Tennessee" is Piper Laurie.

It’s also about shirtless guys…who break dance and do flips.

I swear this guy danced and did flips. I just didn’t get any good pics with my camera.

Ghosts, and Pirates, and VooDoo Queens, Oh My!

There is more to New Orleans than just bars and beads.

It’s also about ghosts…in bars.


Blarney and I took a ghost tour that stopped at a haunted bar. Awesomeness. That bar was called LaFitte’s and was owned by a pirate. Rrrrrr….

We went back to see it in the daylight…where I saw this in the courtyard:

I think this lizard is the Pirate LaFitte reincarnated.

We also visited the grave of VooDoo Queen Marie Laveau. Here. Educate yourself.

New Orleans Cemetery Fun Fact #1: Nicholas Cage will be buried in the same cemetery as the VooDoo Queen. His grave is a pyramid.

New Orleans Cemetery Fun Fact #2: When the caretaker offers a tour and then locks you in the cemetery, don’t panic because OH-MY-GOD-YOU’RE-LOCKED-IN-A-CEMETERY-NEXT-TO-THE-PROJECTS-WITH-A-STRANGE-MAN-WHO-MAY-SACRIFICE-YOU-TO-THE-VOODOO-QUEEN. He’s just keeping the ghosts in and the hoodlums out.

I was afraid to take a picture of the VooDoo Queen’s grave, but I did buy lots of VooDoo Dolls.

That's Pinhead in the middle.

PS: Did you enter to win the Chocolate Zombie Bunny yet?

New Orleans: It Ain’t All Pretty

Despite what you may be thinking, Blarney and I did more than eat alligator and desserts in New Orleans.

We drank…on the go…because you can do that in NOLA.

You know what happens when I drink? Not that. That only happened that one time.

I get immature. And giggle. And then I start taking photos of things like this:

What do you think a Butt Naked scented candle smells like?

Tee hee...The hot sauce says, "Harry Pooter."

And since we’re drinking, how about a drinking game? Like Never Have I Ever. I’ll go first.

Never have I ever…gone to Starbucks in my bathrobe.

This lady has to take a drink.

Alligator on a Stick: The Breakfast of Champions

I almost ate only dessert in New Orleans. Almost.

But with The Road Food Festival in the French Market, how could I resist trying nondessert food?

I can’t even begin to describe this deliciousness. It was a baked potato with crawfish, crab, shrimp, and other seafood. Best. Baked. Potato. Ever.

In case you don’t know, my diet consists of fruits, veggies, salads, and mass quantities of desserts. That’s it. Period.

But, for the sake of the blog, I made an exception for alligator…on a stick.

Possible captions for this photo include the following:

  • Seriously?
  • What am I supposed to do with this?
  • This looks like a…”sausage.”

I didn’t really like it. It was spicy. I don’t do spicy. And I don’t like sausage. (Notice the absence of quotes vs. the quotes above.)

I’ll let you caption this last picture.

Beignets Are Funnel Cakes in Disguise

I went to New Orleans for the beads food.

Initially, I was worried. My picky and sensitive palate might not be able to handle all that Cajunness. I mean, I only recently worked my way up to the Medium salsa.

What if everything was too spicy? What if I had to resort to eating only desserts the entire trip? That would be awful! Waaaaaait…who am I kidding? That would be awesome!

Blarney and I walked to the nearest Sucré in the Garden District.

Confetti "Crack" Cupcake and Coconut "Crack" Chocolate Gelato

It’s not a coincidence that these flavors begin with “C” like “crack.”

Don't be fooled. Green slime on key lime pie is delicious.

Next up…Cafe Du Monde‘s beignets.

Blarney and I were disappointed. They were tasty, but we learned something very important. Just because something is called a doughnut doesn’t mean jelly or custard or something equally tasty is in the middle.

 Beignets = Funnel Cake

I also ate Pralines, Chocolate-Covered Marshmallow Sticks, Baked Alaska, and Triple Chocolate Cake. I’m sorry I don’t have photographic proof, but here’s why:

Thoughtsy: I’ll take one Baked Alaska. Extra chocolate sauce, please.

Guy: Here you go, Baby Doll. (Yes, they actually called me that. And I liked it.)

Thoughtsy: (::taking a bite::) Mmmmmm…. Oh. I should take a picture. (::shrugs and continues eating::)