Day 6 in NOLA

On day six, I decided to go on an extended solo journey to a part of town I hadn't yet seen (Metairie). So off to Bozo's I went.

Though the ride should only take about half an hour, my bike is so rickety, and I'm looking so much, that it took more like an hour and a half. When I finally got there I was good and starved. I took a seat at the bar (my new favourite thing to do, but which for the record you can't do at Galatoire's if you want to get fed) and chatted up the bartender. On his advice, I ordered a fried oyster po' boy and their chicken and andouille gumbo. The gumbo was good, but they make it thin-style, which I don't prefer (I'm very excited to be at the point where I have a preference). The po' boy was also good, but I'm thinking they're definitely not for me. The bread is a light, fluffy, insubstantial thing, and it's throwing off my groove. I think I'll be better off ordering the contents of the po' boy without the housing. Fair enough. Live (and eat) and learn.

But one of the best parts of my journey was when the bartender walked up to me and handed me a single boiled shrimp (as big as a banana). Did I like 'em? Do I ever. It was my first shrimp boil, but it won't be my last.

For dinner, my cycling companion invited me for soup. I picked up salad fixins at Rouses (a fabulous grocery store just up Canal a ways). We had a nice meal, and then I headed down to Preservation Hall. Was it ever worth the wait. The Treme Brass Band was playing, and they were a blast. No drinks are served inside (but you can bring yours in - I'm still getting used to that whole drinking and walking thing). There are also no restrooms (but you can head next door to use theirs). The show was amazing, but the most exciting thing was that I heard tell of a second-line funeral to be held today...