March 5 - Frenchman Street
Went out to dinner tonight to a bar called Port of Call. Numerous people have told me they have the best burgers in New Orleans. I'm not going to argue...it was a pretty darn good burger.
They serve the burgers with baked potatoes...no fries available here. Personally, I'm a big fan of fries...and once you're ating a burger with your hands, who wants to pick up a fork to eat a baked potato?
On the way out of Port of Call (being slightly lost and not really knowing what else was around there), I started chatting with Alan (right), Rachel (left) and Alan's girlfriend, Olivia (below). My small critique about craving fries with my burger was quickly shot down by them. Ok, I can accept defeat.
They were totally awesome and a lot of fun. I tagged along with them to Frenchman Street, which is not far from Bourbon Street, but is much more mellow and frequented more by locals than tourists.
They pointed out some of the local bars on the street and we popped into one for a bit. As they were leaving, Alan and Olivia invited me to come along to the next bar, which was really sweet of them. We walked down the block to Check Point Charlie's, which was nearly totally empty, but had a decent band playing AND pool tables.
Turns out Olivia pretty much grew up with a que stick in hand. She could run the table on her own if she wanted. So she partnered with Rachel, who barely knew how to hold the stick, let alone shoot. We waived the 'one foot on the floor' rule for her. :)
For a beginner (with Olivia's coaching and guidance) Rachel kicked ass. She barely missed ANY shots. Quite impressive! Thankfully, at the end of the night (which was probably about 3:30 or 4am), Alan offered to drive me home. It wasn't looking too easy to find a cab, and it probably wouldn't have been the best place to be standing around waiting for one. Thanks guys, for a really fun night. It'd be great to do it again sometime!
They serve the burgers with baked potatoes...no fries available here. Personally, I'm a big fan of fries...and once you're ating a burger with your hands, who wants to pick up a fork to eat a baked potato?
On the way out of Port of Call (being slightly lost and not really knowing what else was around there), I started chatting with Alan (right), Rachel (left) and Alan's girlfriend, Olivia (below). My small critique about craving fries with my burger was quickly shot down by them. Ok, I can accept defeat.
They were totally awesome and a lot of fun. I tagged along with them to Frenchman Street, which is not far from Bourbon Street, but is much more mellow and frequented more by locals than tourists.
They pointed out some of the local bars on the street and we popped into one for a bit. As they were leaving, Alan and Olivia invited me to come along to the next bar, which was really sweet of them. We walked down the block to Check Point Charlie's, which was nearly totally empty, but had a decent band playing AND pool tables.
Turns out Olivia pretty much grew up with a que stick in hand. She could run the table on her own if she wanted. So she partnered with Rachel, who barely knew how to hold the stick, let alone shoot. We waived the 'one foot on the floor' rule for her. :)
For a beginner (with Olivia's coaching and guidance) Rachel kicked ass. She barely missed ANY shots. Quite impressive! Thankfully, at the end of the night (which was probably about 3:30 or 4am), Alan offered to drive me home. It wasn't looking too easy to find a cab, and it probably wouldn't have been the best place to be standing around waiting for one. Thanks guys, for a really fun night. It'd be great to do it again sometime!
posted by Dave @ 8:29 AM
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