We had dinner at Café Amelie on Royal, a quaint courtyard establishment that served a perfect duck and had a bottle of wine that I’d only previously drank at Magnolia on Sunset, an Evolution from Oregon that is just splendid. We drank coffee and took in the sounds of the night, the entire day slowly beginning to catch up with us.
After catching a few acts on Bourbon, boomers dancing and swinging each other about[1], we hoofed it back to Frenchman just in time to catch The Hip Shakers repeat performance at The Apple Barrel. It was a little quieter on the street and a trio sang old country songs on the corner. We swayed along for a little while, but the walking and the drinking and the dinner finally began its inevitable tucker, and we decided to turn in for the night.
The next morning we awoke bright and early, the sun shining and warm through our balcony doors. We headed to the Gumbo House for breakfast, where their ‘Lost Bread’ is a huge favorite of mine. New Orleans style French toast, it’s kind of like having a slightly healthier version of fried dough for the most important meal of the day. Continue reading French Quarter Fest – Part II
