Miss C in the Big Easy: Day 2

*Post dated from 4/20 due to my inability to remember to pull my blogs off my work computer, which is all I had in NO, and put them on my personal computer, leaving me blog-less over the weekend.

Evil sick devil juice

However wonderful the evening was last night, multiply that by 10 and reverse it to get how I felt the next day. Awful! The beautiful beating drums were replaced by a pounding headache, and my stomach was planning a mutiny against me. And I had to work all day. Imagine the fun!

I did feel better as the day progressed, especially after lunch at the famous Mother’s restaurant. I really enjoyed walking into this authentic Southern Louisiana eatery, served cafeteria style by locals with country accents and attitudes. Had my first po’ boy, a huge sandwich made with fried catfish. Completely drowned it with Louisiana hot sauce. Delicious!  

Cat fish po' boy.  Yummmm!!!!!

After work it was time to prepare for our client dinner at Emeril’s New Orleans. Now I love Emeril. Who doesn’t? His cooking shows are entertaining and I swear I can feel myself getting fatter with every Creole inspired dish he prepares on TV. So I was extremely excited.

And the restaurant lived up to its promise! We were seated in the very hip wine room, a semi-private room surrounded by all the fine wines the restaurant carries. Can you say heaven? The service was the best I’ve ever seen. I sat at the head of the table like some type of queen (maybe a karaoke queen?) and help pick the wine we shared. As our appetizers, salads and dinners were served, 12 waiters arrived with 12 plates for the 12 guests we had, placing the meals in front of us in perfect unison. I felt like I was on an episode of the Tudors! The cuisine was absolutely stupendous. This former vegetarian actually ordered a mouthwatering blue-cheese and wine vinaigrette rib-eye. I’ll never go back to being an herbivore. If you get a chance to go to New Orleans, this is the place to stop.

After Emeril’s it was back to Bourbon Street to reconvene at Pat’s. This time we stood atop the private patio, allowing me a chance to throw beads at unsuspecting passers-by. Eventually ended up at a local joint were they sang live hits from the 90’s. Danced my little (big?) butt off, but inevitably decided to not go big that night but go home instead. Yesterday’s festivities had left me with achy feet from trolling the cobblestone streets and a hole in my stomach from the evil devil juice know as a hurricane. Grabbed a hot dog from the stand for no reason at all on my way back and was approached by a homeless man looking for change.

HOMELESS MAN: Can you spare some change?
ME: I don’t have any change. Sorry. I have this hot dog….
HOMELESS MAN: YES!!! I’ll take it.

Thank god, I really didn’t need it. And I got to do a good deed for the evening!