We got up early to start our trek to New Orleans. We didn’t know where we were going to stay, or what we were going to do but we were on our way! We decided the day would be dedicated to listening to all Dave Matthews Band, starting with ‘Louisiana Bayou’ to get us pumped for a day and night in the city. We finished the drive through Alabama with hopes that we would never return. We passed through the state of Mississippi on what seemed like one giant bridge, and alas, we entered Louisiana.
We had about an hour to go in the drive, so we used the time to find a hotel (thank goodness for smartphones!) We didn’t know much about the hotel, but it looked good online, got great reviews and was in the French Quarter/3 blocks from Bourbon Street – couldn’t turn it down! We set that as our destination, and after a bumpy ride and a quick pass through some sketch neighborhoods, we arrived at our hotel, the Best Western French Quarter Landmark Hotel.
We were pleasantly surprised by the hotel that was waiting for us – great courtyard with a pool, modern/clean room, and a quaint view of a New Orleans neighborhood from the balcony.
It didn’t take long for us to get out and start exploring. One of the most recommended things to do by our friends and family was to get coffee and beignets from Café du Monde so we made it our first stop. Ya’ll were right, those were delicious.
We continued meandering around the French Quarter, checking out a view of the Mississippi River, poking around some shops and making the trek to the Louisiana Superdome.
With a thunderstorm rolling in, we high-tailed it back to the French Quarter to find a bar where we could wait out the storm. After several “too sketchy” places, we decided on a well-lit Huck Finn’s. Patrick tried a local brew called Abita Andygator, and Ally had a Gatorbite. We decided on sharing some local favorites: a shrimp po-boy and a cup of gumbo.
After the rain let up, we decided to head back to the hotel to dry off, regroup and rest up so we could enjoy Bourbon Street in all its glory (well, most of its glory). Before leaving the waitress asked, “Do you want a To Go cup for that beer?” Not realizing open containers were allowed on the street, we just laughed at her question. She follows up with, “No, I’m serious…” Needless to say, we were stoked and took our drinks for the walk back.
After a break at the hotel, we pounded some beers in preparation to take on Bourbon Street! We walked the 3 blocks down and were greeted by bright lights, live music, and drink specials galore. (3-for-1, half-priced, ‘huge-ass-beers’, etc.) We took Kyle Francis’ advice and started our journey down the Street by purchasing a ‘Hand Grenade’ and drank that as we poked around some of the shops. We were perplexed as to what was IN this $10 concoction but it was enjoyed just the same.
We took in the sights and laughed at some entertaining folks around us until we hit the end of Bourbon Street and found a rockin’ Brass Band playing.
At that point we turned around and headed back. Hearing ‘The Beatles’ coming from one of the bars on our journey (Ally heard it, not Bubba. Let’s be real…) we stopped in to enjoy. We walk in and are greeted by a singer belting out some pretty solid ‘Hey Jude’ lyrics.
After he finished and there was a break in the action, we continued on till we saw ‘PIZZA! PIZZA!’ Those that know us know that we are always down to have a healthy snack, so we stopped grabbed a slice and ordered the best drink idea ever – a FROZEN Red Bull and Vodka. Pretty sure Ally didn’t put it down cause that thing was delicious! After downing the Red Bull, we decided it was time for bed. We meandered back to the hotel, stopping a couple more times to take in some live music from the street. We made plans with Casey Burnham to see him and Kristin Waltiere in Baton Rouge on our way through and talked to Nick Falce quickly too. After that, we were off to bed.
“And in the morning, I’m making waffles!” (Or at least eating them…)
Montgomery, AL to New Orleans, LA – 306 miles
-Ally and Patrick