After breakfast we bought Jazzy passes ($9 for 3 days), rode a streetcar a ways down St. Charles Avenue, then walked through the hood for a few minutes to reach the Southern Food and Beverage Museum (SoFAB) in Central City. With Ma being from Kentucky and us both liking food, we were eager to visit this young museum with an unconventional concept.
Alliance Française on Jackson Avenue in the Lower Garden District. For those who don't know, Alliance Française is an international organization that works to promote French language and culture by providing French courses, language testing, and cultural events in communities around the world. AF has centers in many major U.S. cities, and New Orleans is one of them. I wanted to visit l'Alliance Française de La Nouvelle-Orléans because as a French major in a city with a francophone history, it felt like a must.
Next we took a short bus ride to Constance Street and walked through the neighborhood to Parasol's in the Irish Channel, since it wasn't far from l'Alliance Française. One of my goals here has been to have a different local specialty each day. Saturday it was beignets, yesterday it was Shrimp Creole, and today it would be po-boys, which Parasol's is famous for. We walked in and were stopped by a young woman at the bar who recognized the "Louisville Cardinals" print on my shirt. Turned out she was from Covington and she went to WKU, my mom's alma mater. Small world, apparently! After being welcomed by said woman, we passed through the bar and went up the stairs to the dining area to order. Ma chose the Catfish, while I chose the Parasol's Firecracker Shrimp. Since I'd ordered the smaller 6-inch sandwich, I thought it'd be easier to finish my food. But there was still so much of it (they purposefully stuff as much shrimp in there as possible), that toward the end I had to take breaks in between mouthfuls until I finally finished it. We left with full stomachs, hot mouths, and absolutely no complaints.
Preservation Hall jazz club, but arrived only to be told that it was closed for a private event. So we'll just have to go back later this week. But since we'd dragged ourselves outside for this, we decided to walk around the Quarter for a bit and look for somewhere to eat. And what do you know! After learning about it at SoFAB earlier today, we came across the real Antoine's on St. Louis Street! Maybe I'll eat there one day in my life. Probably not on this trip though. Instead I just stood marveling at the building from across the street for a few minutes before moving on. Ultimately there were just too many options and we weren't in the mood to be out, so we returned and ate panini and fries at the hotel bar. Wasn't that great, but it was just about filling our stomachs at that point.
Unfortunately, I ended the night feeling like crud. Not sure if it's the time change, or the change in climate, or me being sick, or the heavy food (which we haven't been eating tons of, mind you), but I've been getting tired so early in the evenings since we've been here. I don't know what to do about all that except to just ride it out. But I do know one thing: Tuesday I shall find something light to munch on. Like a really colorful salad or bowl of fruit or something. Balance the good-but-bad-for-you yumminess out, you know?