Yesterday I found some super cool vintage dresses that I didn’t get because they needed some sewing done (just minor repairs). Of course, I had whatever you call the opposite of buyer’s remorse, so I had to go back and get them. Mom and Holland and I piled into the truck and went back to Magazine Street in hopes that no one else had snatched them up in the meantime. We also had plans to score a tasty dessert before going back to the house.
We went back to Buffalo Exchange, and I found all three dresses that I was looking for. Another customer was actually holding one of them when I got to that rack, and I nearly held my breath until she put it down, because of course it was my favorite of the bunch. Luckily, she decided that her daughter wouldn’t like it. Holland entertained everyone in the dressing room while I showed my mom the necessary fixes, and I ended up getting all three!
We got some salads for lunch, because we knew an amazing snack was in our near future and wanted to have lots of room for it. We parked at Whole Foods and walked about twelve blocks to The Creole Creamery on Prytania Street. It’s a great walk, all shady oak trees and gorgeous houses. The only drawback is the bumpy sidewalk. Holland looked like a bobblehead a few times in the stroller! I definitely think I’ve found my forever neighborhood, though!
The Creole Creamery is a locally-owned ice cream shop where the menu changes all the time because they make everything fresh on site. This means that not only is the variety mind-boggling, but everything tastes amazing. The line was longish, but not discouraging. The only thing that takes a while is deciding on a flavor. Thankfully, they took this into account and they offer two different sizes of sampler dishes! We got the six mini-scoops and chose chocolate amaretto cheesecake, strawberry buttercream, black and gold crunch, red velvet cake, oatmeal raisin cookie, and summer ale with citrus and coriander. They were all so delicious, I can’t pick a favorite. There was a family from Lafayette next to us that ordered the “Tchopitoulas,” which is a behemoth of eight scoops with eight toppings. Anyone that manages to eat it with no help gets their name on a wall plaque! (Miles says this is his mission for our Christmas trip…I can’t wait!)
Once we finished our snack, it was back to the car for a few more errands to run. We wandered back over some different streets and stayed completely impressed with the beauty and calm of the neighborhood. There was a tense moment when we realized Bear had fallen out of the stroller and we had to backtrack a few blocks, but other than that all was well!
We went back to Oma’s house after our other stops, and I had to do a quick change to get ready to go out with Jen, Eddie, and Lauren for dinner.
There wasn’t really a “plan” for where we were eating…just somewhere “in the Quarter.” It took a few minutes and a coin flip for us to decide on Port of Call for burgers, but when we got there it was over an hour wait. We were all hungrier than that, so we went back toward the river into the Marigny and saw that Mona’s Cafe had an open table with our names on it. Mona’s was the first Mediterranean restaurant in the NOLA area, and it’s easy to realize why it’s still the favorite. The waiter was so friendly and helpful, the food was out fast and was delicious. It’s got a really friendly atmosphere and they don’t mind if you bring your own wine!
From there, we wandered into a few small bars on Frenchman Street, then headed back into the Quarter. Somehow we got to Bourbon Street and we were quickly reminded of how ridiculously tacky it is. What made it even more difficult to avoid the tackiness was that none of us really cared where we went. We just wanted “not crazy loud (me),” “no cover charge (Eddie),” and “air conditioning (Jen).” I’ve been doing a lot of reading about some of the historical restaurants and bars in the city, and suggested going to the Carousel Lounge at the Hotel Monteleone. Everyone was fine with this, so we left the neon glare of Bourbon and went down to Royal Street. Once we got there, we found everything we were looking for. It was frosty inside, with live piano music, and some lovely soft chairs just waiting for us. The one drink I’ve read the most about is the Sazerac. It’s supposed to be the original “cocktail,” invented by a Creole pharmacist in the 1840s. It contains rye whiskey, sugar, bitters, and absinthe. I soon found out that it is not for lightweights. It took me an hour to drink mine, and it didn’t even fill a rocks glass.
Although it wasn’t easy to leave our little comfy spot, it was getting late and my little alarm clock doesn’t take days off. We stopped at Cafe’ du Monde for some beignets to go, and we all headed for home.
Chantal’s shower and Rachel’s birthday dinner tomorrow!