What a day! What. A. Day! The day before yesterday, otherwise known as Mardi Gras Day, was one for the record books. Like the Saints, we closed this crazy, amazing, glorious election/football/carnival season out with a bang. Walking in the St. Anne Parade for the day, my friends and I danced, skipped, laughed, ate, drank, and generally enjoyed the hell out of being alive as we meandered down Royal through the Marigny and the Quarter.
The day began at a friend's friend's dad's house where we munched on yummy goat cheese and spinach quiche and touched up our face makeup and costumes. A lot of time was also spent on the porch sipping mimosas from Cutters and watching the crowd gather on Franklin & Royal. Cutters is a nice little neighborhood bar room that was serving a free breakfast buffet and some delicious (not free) mimosas. The bartender was a sweetheart who we later ran into on the parade route.
Along the route, we stopped in at Sukho Thai where they were selling spring rolls with a sweet sauce. Crunchy and hot, these were perfect to warm us up on this chilly morning. A few blocks later, as we passed by the taco truck on Frenchman we had to try the chicken and the pork with pineapple tacos. They both rocked, but the pork with that sweet grilled pineapple was fabulous. The pineapple tempered the intense heat from fresh jalapenos just right. I'll definitely be back for more. The perfect cheap date - music on Frenchmen and a visit to the taco truck. At this point I am contemplating a move to the Marigny.
After making it all the way to Canal Street the Devil With a Blue Dress On decided the pain from his 5 inch heel, lace up leather boots was unbearable despite the many pain softeners imbibed so we walked the route back to the car for a pair of New Balance. A second trip to Sukho Thai allowed us to sample the pad thai, more spring rolls, and more wine. Piping hot, the pad thai kept well in those chafing dishes. A shot of hot sauce and it was just right, giving us the stamina to continue galivanting through the Quarter. After doing the Macarena in the street, taking pictures with tons of tourists, witnessing some very public displays of affection from a few balconies, and accomplishing our goal of stopping in every bar between Franklin and Toulouse, we were ready to call it a win and head home. We closed the night with a rookie mistake but whatever: pizza from the Boot. Only a small insult to the palate on an otherwise perfect day. Counting the days until I can do it again.
Along the route, we stopped in at Sukho Thai where they were selling spring rolls with a sweet sauce. Crunchy and hot, these were perfect to warm us up on this chilly morning. A few blocks later, as we passed by the taco truck on Frenchman we had to try the chicken and the pork with pineapple tacos. They both rocked, but the pork with that sweet grilled pineapple was fabulous. The pineapple tempered the intense heat from fresh jalapenos just right. I'll definitely be back for more. The perfect cheap date - music on Frenchmen and a visit to the taco truck. At this point I am contemplating a move to the Marigny.
Special thanks to the gracious Royal St. antiques store owner who took pity on a geisha who could find no place to pee, and my lovely friend Jake, the Devil with a Blue Dress On, who encouraged me to join in the festivities. Who Dat!
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