NO FEAST ON THE STEAMBOAT

On my fiftieth birthday, Garry and I went to New Orleans.

It was a gastronomic delight. Every place we ate was better than the last, including the breakfast bar on the corner and the hamburgers in the gin joint down the street. From the moment we got on the airplane and headed south, we focused on where we’d eat as well as trying to figure out where to drink and listen to music. Everyone on our flight was doing the same thing.

Reservations are competitive.

Turned out to be simpler than we expected. We handed our list to the concierge. He worked out the schedule and made the reservations. Nice!.

This is the Hotel De La Poste in which we stayed. It wasn't this ritzy when we were there. I guess it has been "upgraded." I liked it fine the way it was.

This is the Hotel De La Poste in which we stayed. It wasn’t ritzy when we were there. I guess it has been “upgraded.” I liked it fine the way it was.

One event would not take place at a restaurant, though dinner was included. The trip down the Mississippi on a paddle wheeler which we were going to do on my birthday. It was my 50th and our official excuse for being in New Orleans. We had planned the boat trip for The Big Day.

Let me get right to the point. It was the only experience in the whole week that wasn’t great. Every other thing we did — from the tour of the swamps where we met the alligators, to each meal we ate — met or exceeded our expectations. The cuisine was exquisite, the service was warm, friendly, and efficient.

There was music in the air everywhere. The drinks were big, strong, and delicious. Unlike the real world, you could walk around the streets with a tall drink in your hands and no one would care. Probably because they were clutching similar beverages.

It turned out, the paddle wheeler wasn’t a paddle wheeler. In the sense that it didn’t have a paddle wheel. When I asked where the paddle wheel was, the “guy” explained that there weren’t enough people booked this trip to bring out one of the big boats that had paddle wheels, but this was a steam boat. So what was my problem?

creole queen paddle wheeler

I wanted the paddle wheel. I felt cheated, but I was coping like an adult. Until they lined us up — just like kids in a school trip — and marched us to the steam trays. Where they had the limp vegetables, mystery meat, jello (take your pick, red or green), and a few other anonymous items that invited me to move on.

If your future plans include a trip to New Orleans — and it should — make sure your paddle wheeler has a paddle wheel. Bring a picnic lunch. Or eat before (or after) your excursion. Don’t eat their food, even if you are hungry. Trust me. I wouldn’t lie to you.

25 thoughts on “NO FEAST ON THE STEAMBOAT

  1. Interesting that we all have our individual safety concerns. My instinct would say that the countryside would be safer than the city, but then my concerns are quite different! Maybe a tour would work best for me.

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    • We went to see the alligators which was a tour, but I wasn’t particularly interested in rural Louisiana. Garry does not like the deep south and I have my own issues with it. Besides, New Orleans has all the fun stuff.

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    • It is a beautiful city and a perfect vacation place. And if you like eating, well … that is THE place. Great place for taking pictures too. Unfortunately, I dropped my camera the first day we were there. Did you know a camera can explode? Mine did. So I don’t have any pictures … except the ones we bought in an art gallery. Did I mention shopping? Oh yes. That too 😀

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    • Right. I think a paddle wheeler should HAVE a paddle. I’ve watched all those movies about riverboat gambling and ALL those boats have a paddle wheel. And the food was like high school cafeteria level. I could have coped with the bad food, but without the paddle wheel, I felt cheated.

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  2. My parents once planned an anniversary trip to New Orleans. They were set to arrive on August 29, 2005……….. they day Hurricane Katrina hit. Needless to say, they were forced to make alternate plans and missed out on the non-paddling paddle boats and mystery meat…

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    • It is a great place to visit, though not everyone wants to try out alligator sausage. Garry is more adventurous than me. But all the rest of the food, no matter what you ate, was kind of amazing. Ordinary food wasn’t ordinary. And I loved the music.

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        • Horrible. Louisiana is a beautiful state. We had concerns because Garry and I are a mixed couple, but the state is gorgeous and the people are unique. Cajuns and Creoles and Acadians … what a wonderful mix of people they have. I think it’s probably a safe enough place if you are “from around there,” but a couple of Yankees like us … well … we are the right wing’s worst nightmare. We lived through the 1960s and a lot of bad things happened from which we never really recovered. So we needed to stay away from anything that reminded us of that and rural southern states — ANY rural southern states, were NOT on our agenda. They still aren’t. We’ve driven to Virginia because we have family there and to see historic sites and one hell of an amusement park outside of Williamsburg — the BEST roller coaster anywhere I think. But even during the drive down, we were careful. Very careful.

          My first husband — the whitest man on earth — and I drove from NY to Florida as our honeymoon. We took almost 6 weeks to do it, too. Stopping everywhere along the way. It was 1965 and there were some very scary places along the way. And the scariness came up simply because we were from New York. Imagine if it was Garry and I.

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