After checking into the outstanding Avenue Plaza resort by Wyndham the weekend begins getting blurry. The recollection of these events are based on an examination of my Facebook posts and credit card receipts. It may not be in chronological order.
The lovely waitresses at the St. Charles Tavern made us feel right at home with a row of Dallas Cowboys’ shots made with Tito’s vodka and colored with Blue Curacao. If you were in earshot, you would’ve heard an intense debate on why Popeye’s chicken in New Orleans tastes better than Popeye’s chicken in Miami or Chicago or Atlanta. I don’t know how that myth got started, but it doesn’t!
That’s why we began wandering the streets on a mission to get some authentic New Orleans Popeye’s chicken and eventually ended up on Bourbon Street dancing with hand grenades! I remember being on Bourbon Street until 3 am, but it could have been 5 am. Can you say – same difference?
I remember a side of fried and blackened gator with the most delicious lobster mac ‘n cheese at Ralph & Kacoo’s restaurant. In fact, that’s where I happened to run into Mark Holmes and the legendary Jobu the Cowboys Black Magic Voodoo Master (see his story here).
I explored Bourbon Street and partied at Razzoo’s. Thankfully, what happens on Bourbon Street stays on Bourbon Street! My diet was completely forgotten as I lost self-control at Copeland’s Cheesecake Bistro. Oh my! Can’t forget the sweet potato souffle and corn pudding from VooDoo BBQ. Yes, I do love cities with great food!
I have to show love to the staff at the Marriott on Canal Street. That’s where we watched the game on the big screen in comfort with my brother Michael Black. Just visiting his room on the 39th floor had me feeling like I hit the lotto twice! Only thing missing was a jeweled Lion head on my shoulder and women tossing roses at my feet as I walked in.
Usually, when the Cowboys manage to lose, I am content with sitting in my room until I have to take the walk of shame through the airport. I had announced that I was going to retire and watch Netflix alone, but that pity party ended when I stepped onto the packed streets of New Orleans. Thanks to the advice from the Wyndham’s staff, I went looking for the Metropolitan nightclub but found a concert by English dubstep artist, DJ and producer Flux Pavilion at the Republic nightclub. I danced my sorrows and the night away at the BASSIK party with actual cell phone footage! (See video of Flux Pavillion concert)