Abita's on Frenchman.

Expecting the worst night of sleep, I woke up feeling not so bad. The others felt some of the effects of the hot hot heat, as well as crickets and owls that sounded like jackhammers at our campsite. We arrived into New Orleans around 2 PM, and walked around the French Quarter for a bit while we waited to check into our hotel.

Lucky us, we left our car to be valet parked in the wrong Marriott hotel. The Courtyard, which my Father graciously point-ed us, was only two blocks away. Lucky us.

After some showers, we walked down the French Quarter some more to a spot named Coop's Place. Quite frankly, the most delicious jambalaya I've ever had. Sorry Ma, but I think N'Orleans is a reasonable place to be beaten out on this dish.

After a filling dinner, we loitered around near Frenchman Street. According to multiple sources, this was the spot for live jazz, and it did not disappoint. We jumped around a multitude of places, namely Maison, dba, and the Spotted Cat. Eventually, we decided to camp at Blue Nile for the late band, to avoid the cover. They made it worth our while with a very solid performance.

Overall, a pretty solid first day in New Orleans to celebrate Kyle's birthday. I caught on to a local tradition of pinning dollar bills to the birthday boy's shirt, and he picked up $7 thru the night. The Euro 2012 Final is tomorrow, and we're planning on staying with Clare's friend Tim in the Garden District. Just another day, living the dream in the central time zone.

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