Fun, food, fabulous and festive. These are four words that can describe my trip to N'Awlins. What started out to be a two couple and one teenage girl trip morphed into a girls getaway. As life has it the hubbies couldn't make it. I set off on my adventure from the Norfolk International Airport with a short lay over in Nashville, TN, flying Southwest Air all the way. I don't care what anybody says. I love Southwest. Sure it's find your own seat but they don't charge for baggage or leg room. And, ye-hah, I got front row on first flight and emergency exit on the second. Who doesn't like extra leg room.
I must say, as I wondered around the Nashville airport, I can say I was impressed. Among my many loves I also love a decent airport that understands customer surface and customer comfort. My one and a half hour layover was spent walking about, window shopping in the multitude of stores. From Native American to Country chic they even have a kiddie playground. And I almost forgot, it is a writer's delight. there were a gazillion electical outlets.
I found my hotel via the airport shuttle for $38.00 rt. Not a bad deal if you ask me. the hotel is cozy, classic, and located right on Bourban St in the middle of the French Quarter. Who could ask for anything more.
After getting checked in and un packed, yes, I unpack at hotels if I'm staying more than over night. Don't ask me why, it's just a thing I do. I ventured down to the street in search of food. The oatmeal I'd eaten in Nashville at the Starbucks had long left me.
Lucky me, the restaurant Oceana wa right across the street. I didn't want a full meal because I was waiting for my partner in crime, author Yvette Hines to arrive. She was driving in from Charlotte, N.C. I opted for a side order of fried shrimp, $5.00 and a side of crawfish etouffee', also $5.00. Well in a word, it was wonderful. The shrimp were huge and fantastic. I expected a 3-4 bite size morsals. There were 6 shrimp and they were as large as my thumbs and I have big hands. Got the from my dad. My hands, that is, not the shrimp. He wore a size 13 on his pinky. Yikes. Thank God he never spanked us. Sorry, I digress, took a trip down memory lane. The etouffee was the best I'd ever had. There is no word that can describe it. I get chills as I write about it, thinking how my late after noon meal gave what I can only describe as a foodgasm. You figure it out.
Well to round out the day, when Mrs Hines arrived and was totally hungry and lookiing for some good New Orleans cruisine to end the night, we found ourselves back at Oceana. This time I tried the crab cakes. They were good but had a little more filler than I like in a crab cake. Ms Hines copied my lunch and got the etouffee', topping the dinner off with chocolate kahlua mousse cake and creme brulee.
With three more days to go, Lord help my cholesterol.
Fun, food, fabulous and festive. These are four words that can describe my trip to N'Awlins. What started out to be a two couple and one teenage girl trip morphed into a girls getaway. As life has it the hubbies couldn't make it. I set off on my adventure from the Norfolk International Airport with a short lay over in Nashville, TN, flying Southwest Air all the way. I don't care what anybody says. I love Southwest. Sure it's find your own seat but they don't charge for baggage or leg room. And, ye-hah, I got front row on first flight and emergency exit on the second. Who doesn't like extra leg room.
I must say, as I wondered around the Nashville airport, I can say I was impressed. Among my many loves I also love a decent airport that understands customer surface and customer comfort. My one and a half hour layover was spent walking about, window shopping in the multitude of stores. From Native American to Country chic they even have a kiddie playground. And I almost forgot, it is a writer's delight. there were a gazillion electical outlets.
I found my hotel via the airport shuttle for $38.00 rt. Not a bad deal if you ask me. the hotel is cozy, classic, and located right on Bourban St in the middle of the French Quarter. Who could ask for anything more. 
After getting checked in and un packed, yes, I unpack at hotels if I'm staying more than over night. Don't ask me why, it's just a thing I do. I ventured down to the street in search of food. The oatmeal I'd eaten in Nashville at the Starbucks had long left me.
Lucky me, the restaurant Oceana wa right across the street. I didn't want a full meal because I was waiting for my partner in crime, author Yvette Hines to arrive. She was driving in from Charlotte, N.C. I opted for a side order of fried shrimp, $5.00 and a side of crawfish etouffee', also $5.00. Well in a word, it was wonderful. The shrimp were huge and fantastic. I expected a 3-4 bite size morsals. There were 6 shrimp and they were as large as my thumbs and I have big hands. Got the from my dad. My hands, that is, not the shrimp. He wore a size 13 on his pinky. Yikes. Thank God he never spanked us. Sorry, I digress, took a trip down memory lane. The etouffee was the best I'd ever had. There is no word that can describe it. I get chills as I write about it, thinking how my late after noon meal gave what I can only describe as a foodgasm. You figure it out.
Well to round out the day, when Mrs Hines arrived and was totally hungry and lookiing for some good New Orleans cruisine to end the night, we found ourselves back at Oceana. This time I tried the crab cakes. They were good but had a little more filler than I like in a crab cake. Ms Hines copied my lunch and got the etouffee', topping the dinner off with chocolate kahlua mousse cake and creme brulee.
With three more days to go, Lord help my cholesterol.
It's easy to see how foodgasm came about! I have wanted to go to New Orleans for some time so for now, I'll live vicariously thru your blog!
ReplyDelete