New Orleans vacay: No more gravy fries and Jager shots!
There's a killer bar in New Orleans, where I'm spending a short
vacation this weekend, called the Bourbon Blues Club. BBC for short.
You'd think with a name like that, they'd play blues music and serve
bourbon.
Well, the bourbon is there. Three-for-one drinks all day. But instead of blues music, it's '80s music! Thank you, NOLA. I knew you'd never leave me, let me down and de-friend me on Facebook!
So for the first 20 hours of our time in the city, my friend "Bad Andy" and I have consumed in order: a pitcher of Abita beer, two dozen raw oysters, "boo" fries (french fries covered in american cheese and roast beef residue gravy), crawdad puppies, another pitcher of Abita, four shots of Jagermeister, two Lucky Dogs, six whiskey and diet cokes and approximately 24 sliders and an order of chili fries from Krystals.
Whoops. Small error. That was in the first 5 hours, not 20 hours.
Oh, did I mention there's a swingers convention in town? So tonight calls for more '80s music as Bad Andy and I try to parlay my Stuck in the '80s schtick into something more tangible. "Hey baby. Wanna hear what Rick Springfield says about his role in 'Hard to Hold'?"
Yeah. We're doomed.
Relive the music, movies and culture of the greatest decade ever with Times online editor Steve Spears. A teen during the decade, Steve is obsessed with everything from Duran Duran to Journey, John Hughes to John Cusack, and parachute pants to Reaganomics.
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"TurboDOG", I meant "Turbodog"! Please don't unleash the Abita gods of fury on me.
Posted by: Brother Ron in Dallas | July 14, 2009 at 10:35 AM
Mmmm... "boo" fries, oysters, crawdad puppies, and Lucky Dogs? Oh man, food like that is why I love that city. And PITCHERS of Abita? I can only get it in sixers around here. Was it Turbodgo, by any chance, Spearsy? What's the penalty for bootlegging me some Andygator over to Dallas?
Man, now you've got me wanting to take a road trip.
Posted by: Brother Ron in Dallas | July 14, 2009 at 10:33 AM
Good question about Diet Coke and I have a good answer: I can't stand the taste of regular sodas now.
I've been drinking diet stuff for years, and the thought of drinking a regular soda with real sugar makes me sicker than the thought of how many Krystals I ate on Friday.
Posted by: Spears | July 13, 2009 at 01:21 PM
SWEET!!!!!
Posted by: sw | July 13, 2009 at 01:01 PM
I can hear your arteries clogging and your liver screaming!
Posted by: Angela | July 13, 2009 at 12:30 PM
why eat all that and then get diet coke with your bourbon?
Posted by: bob | July 13, 2009 at 09:59 AM
The fries with cheese and gravy are usually known as poutine, quite popular up north!
Caught that little Facebook bit, that's rough man!
Posted by: John Hays | July 13, 2009 at 12:17 AM
I'm officially back from NOLA now. There shall be no more talk of chili dogs and oysters for least 7 days.
Posted by: Spears | July 12, 2009 at 05:05 PM
Balogna!!!!! That looks nasty.
Posted by: Blake Britton | July 12, 2009 at 04:19 PM
Damn! That's the kind of eating someone might do after a year of having only veggie burgers, tofurkey, and organic salads.... oh, wait..it all makes sense now.
Posted by: Gary in Gilroy | July 11, 2009 at 10:00 PM
I got queasy just reading that.
Posted by: Dr. Incognito | July 11, 2009 at 09:41 PM
I hope the hotel plumbing staff is on call for the next few days you're there. Jeebus, man! Talk about a mighty wind. oof!
Posted by: Marissa | July 11, 2009 at 09:05 PM
Oh lord.
Wait, there's a message for you, your heart called, says, "Fu#K It, I quit! Pump your own sludge!"
Posted by: chase | July 11, 2009 at 08:17 PM
Tear it up, Spearsy!
I'm always a fan of getting a "Flaming Dr. Pepper" at the Goldmine just off of Bourbon St. (alleged inventor of said shot)
For hangovers on Sunday, you can't beat going to the locals fave, Mother's, and get a debris poboy. They take all the little shreddings of sliced ham and roast beef, etc that collect on the cutting board and mix them in with some gravy. Slather it all on a poboy bun and you got yourself nirvana in a sandwich. Pairs well with a bloody mary to take the edge off.
Have fun, man, but beware of those Lucky Dog vendors!
Posted by: billyshakes | July 11, 2009 at 06:17 PM
Spearsy,
Try ACME OYSTER HOUSE, 724 Iberville, between Royal & Bourbon.
Oysters are DIVINE -- It's a seafood NIRVANA!
Good Times and Good Cheer!
Posted by: sock puppet | July 11, 2009 at 05:57 PM
I take you to a great rom-com that isn't a love story, to get over your pain, and the next day you're chasing Bruno's sloppy seconds.
Thanks for signing the Three-Legged Dog pic. I think Daly did, too.
Try the fried chicken and rabbit jambalaya at Coop's, on Decatur across from the Margaritaville entrance. Great jukebox, too.
Posted by: Steve Persall | July 11, 2009 at 05:28 PM
Hellava way to spend your b-day! Have an awesome time! K
Posted by: Swatchgirl | July 11, 2009 at 04:48 PM
Seriously, it's Saturday night in New Orleans. A cardboard cutout of John Houseman could get lucky in New Orleans on a Saturday night.
Now get out there and make us proud!
Posted by: Jeff in Cuba | July 11, 2009 at 04:25 PM
Seriously Spears, I can't believe you can still walk around after eating all that. You gotta have a cast iron stomach. Please say those boo fries taste good because they sound nasty. Not to mention putting them in the same list with raw oysters. My psychic prediction: You are going to feel rough later on. I hope not.
Posted by: GAGirl | July 11, 2009 at 04:02 PM