|Sunrise over the rooftops: the view from our room|
Because my friends's friend stayed in town an extra night just to meet up with us, the least we could do was meet up with her for first breakfast on Saturday morning. She didn't want to go to Cafe Du Monde (quel horreur!), so we walked to her hotel in the Central Business District instead. We had no idea until we walked in that it was one of John Besh's restaurants: Luke. Naturally we made much of the "I am your father" and other Star Wars jokes. We even saw the man himself walk through a couple of times--I wouldn't have figured that he would be on premises.
|AW on the streetcar|
From the moment we arrived, it was a fabulous experience. Warm welcomes all around as soon as our feet crossed the threshold. We were lucky enough to get seated in the Garden Room, which is fun because you get to walk through the kitchens to get there, because there's a live tree growing in the room up through the ceiling, and because it's glassed in and overlooking the courtyard, which was lovely that time of year.
|The second breakfast of champions: double fisting with milk punch and a Crescent City Cooler|
|Carla with her cocktail|
|AW with her Strawberry Flip|
|Oyster & Absinthe Dome|
|My [mumble] Benedict|
|You can see a little bit of the tree through the glass behind them.|
|Bread Pudding Soufflé with milk punch|
I'm not sure which surprised us more: the size of the bill or our difficulty standing up after the meal. We were, of course, expecting a large bill, and despite the fact that one of our drinks cost $25, we didn't come close to spending more money on alcohol than on food. Well, that gives me something to aim for next time. I won't say what the total was, but we decided that it was the perfect amount, because the tip came to $42, which is the perfect and most important number, as any Douglas Adams fan knows. Clearly the hand of fate had intervened over second breakfast, or maybe that was just my third cocktail talking.
|Inside the small gallery that houses Garden District Book Shop|
Once we walked back up to St. Charles, we were a little dismayed to realize that all of the streetcars heading towards the Quarter were full--practically overflowing--and thus not stopping to pick up any more passengers. Guess we're the suckers now. We waited about 30 minutes before calling a cab to get back to our hotel, where we changed clothes to head back out the Quarter for more exploration. About which, more anon, as this post is long enough and we've only covered first and second breakfast...
|Just a random street scene|