We started our food fest at Desire Oyster Bar, located adjacent to the Royal Sonesta Hotel on Bourbon Street. Jim likes oysters on the half shell. I like the the Creole Trio, featuring gumbo, jambalaya, and red beans and rice. So good.
When we arrived at Commander's Palace, they gave each guest a bell to ring in the holiday season.
Girls dancing, and marching, and tapping, and twirling all the way down the parade route.
MuffALottas, a dance troupe, who were having fun dancing with their trays in their red and green Christmas costumes.
Jazz Bistro at Arnaud's Restaurant. The musicians come around to each table and ask for a request. We usually request 'When the Saints Go Marching In', but someone beat us to it that night. We settled on 'What a Wonderful World.' Yes it is. We finished with Bananas Foster for dessert, always impressive.
There's our Drew. He really is a good guy. You can't find a person in New Orleans with anything negative to say about him. New Orleans loves our Boilermaker.
He gave his gloves to his young son, who put them on as they made their way off the field after the warm ups. He's one of my favorites.
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The guy below, number 28, is one of the reasons the Panthers won the game. I like his name, but I don't much like what the other Jonathan Stewart did to the Saints.
Benjamin Watson. He's a captain, a leader, and Jim wore his jersey number to the game. Jim read his book, Under Our Skin, while we were in New Orleans.
Tujague's, and took our dessert to go.
The pool was open, and there was even someone swimming.