The Original New Orleans Daiquiri
New Orleans in the Fall is a riot of color that stirs the senses. The vibrant red and gold on the cable cars delighted the senses and somber gray of the extravagant grave markers in the local cemeteries made you stop and think about the souls that roamed the area. First stop was Acme house where we at charbroiled oysters that were sinfully good. Full of garlic, herbs and butter…they were charred just enough. When they arrived it was time to pull out the camera and document this adventure. A big bowl of steamy gumbo was the main course and I was in heaven. The gumbo was rich and smoky with tender bits of crab, shrimp and sausage with just enough spice to clear your sinuses. What a happy girl I was! I wanted to make a quick stop in the Lower Garden district to visit Truck Stop Clothing a vintage store that I researched before the trip. I had visions of gently worn in Frye boots, Levi’s and rock T-shirts but it was not going to happen on this trip. The store was closed…completely shut down but still active by phone, Facebook and Yelp….how does that happen? I thought I was nuts as I looked up and down the street for the address and it was nowhere to be found. I finally poked my head into Stein’s Deli where I was informed the store had packed up and move to no one knows where. Huge disappointment…no worries another store was happy to take my money. Magazine Street has funky, hippie , eclectic shops and boutiques and looks to be packed everyday…there were so many people out strolling on Saturday afternoon. I wanted to find a balcony get a fresh drink and pull out the camera. On to the craziest part of NOLA for me…the New Orleans Original Daiquiri’s! We finally went to our Airbnb rental…it was beautiful and decorated antebellum style. The house sits on the sunny side of the street so and the huge porch was perfect for watching the world go by.I was pleasantly surprised to see that there were enough rooms to accommodate six women and our luggage. The sitting room provided a sunny spot for us to share mimosas, beignets, coffee and laughter in the mornings and unwind with our feet up after all day strolling in the Quarter or on Bourbon Street. My friend’s mother made the gumbo to go with our football afternoon and I ended up on the couch in a food coma it was so amazing….full of crab and sausage and okra. It was just the nap I needed ringer me through our French Quarter time 1000th AR night .