Day 11 in NOLA

Day 11 was not much of a food day in NOLA. It was a bike day. I hit up the post office in the morning (near the bayou, near Parkway), and down the hill and behind a ways I spotted a bikeshop. Bayou Bicycles. Much like the super friendly guys on Magazine (and unlike the secret-handshake fraternity on Frenchmen), they were incredibly helpful (oiled my chain and pedals (of all things) just for nice), and friendly. I got a whole mental bike journey up to the lake and around "the point" mapped out for me.

And away I went!

It was 75 and sunny, the birds were out, the construction workers were out, the fishermen were out (though nothing was biting) and I was out in the world on a bike. I was having so danged much fun that, with the exception of a mid-afternoon pralines and cream ice cream break, I forgot to eat.

I was having so much fun that when my chain broke half a block south of Broad (where my chain slipped off the first day - that street clearly has something against me) I kept pedaling furiously, as if somehow, on such a lovely day, my chain would have no choice but to right itself.

Sadly, that was not to be the case. One of my links is busted, and despite the kindness of several strangers, I'll have to take it in to a professional. Luckily, I think I've got just the place (see above).

But Day 11 was also first day of a car rental day, so I shifted gears, shifted into a relative luxury mode, and headed out of town to eat someplace I couldn't ordinarily get.

I somewhat arbitrarily chose the Rivershack Tavern (which appears in reality much as it does on its website). I had the fried shrimp and fried catfish, both of which were excellent, with a side of medicore fries and an abysmal salad. Though, attention to out of town visitors - be careful if you follow the googlemaps directions to get there. You might wind up getting on the causeway by mistake and headed off across Lake Ponchartrain.