Today’s morning was nice and lazy (aside from the mile jog in the early morning heat). We had an afternoon date with a few friends at Rue de la Course, an awesome little coffee shop upton on Magazine Street.
We went early for lunch at Whole Foods, and made our way to the shop and got rock star parking, which is a neat trick in that neighborhood. We were literally right across from the front door of the shop! We got our iced mocha, chocolate milk, caramel frappucino, and the biggest brownie I’ve ever seen (requested and ignored by Petite Rouge, of course).
Mom and Holland left around 4:00 because the little one was getting extremely testy due to lack of sleep and way too much excitement, including scaling the ladderback chairs at our table. Hannah, Jeff, and I sat for a few more hours visiting and scaring another customer with our extremely off-color conversation. You’d think someone at a bohemian joint like this one would have been more open-minded.
Our first goal was to pay a visit to Miss Marie Laveau at St. Louis Cemetery. A nice long hike, but the sun was getting low so it was perfect. We got to the gate only to be deterred by a huge lock and chain. It closes at 3:00 daily. “Tomorrow,” we decided.
Jeff and I knew that a “real meal” was the next stop on our list, mainly to offset the residual sugar high from the drinks and pastries. After a whole lot of “Where do you want to go?” “I don’t care, where do you want to go?” business, we decided on Coop’s Place on Decatur. I’d been there years before and had the most incredible omelet of my life, so we figured it would be a good bet. Our first waiter was surly at best, dropping the menus with a “thwack” on the table without a word, but we just considered it ambiance. Another, much nicer, waiter showed up to take our orders. Red beans and rice with fried chicken for him, a crawfish po-boy for me, and Abita Satsuma ales for both.
Everything was divine.
Huge sandwich, icy beer, big bottles of Tabasco, and spicy red beans.
We walked off the meal around the Quarter, food-drunk and moving ridiculously slowly for a good while. However, a slow pace means that I was able to look around and get some cool shots of the neighborhood, so it all worked out! We roamed till our feet were threatening mutiny, exhausted and ready for the next day.