For some reason, we were up early today, so we went out for a light breakfast in the coffee shop of a neighboring hotel. The barista didn’t get it when I asked her if the white hot chocolate was truly white hot.
On a whim, we hopped on the St. Charles streetcar to visit the WWII museum. It is a wonderfully detailed account of the events leading up to WWII and the war itself, with the main focus on D-Day. First person accounts, photos, oral history, and many items from the era on display brought home the immensity of the invasion and the horrible price people on both sides paid.
Just when we thought we couldn’t take anymore, we turned the corner to find a similar treatment of the war in the Pacific. Even more intense. Enough reality for a while – we’re on vacation after all.
Back in the fantasy land that is the French Quarter, we stopped for lunch at Mr. B’s Cafe – an upscale place that is on everyone’s must do list. Kelly’s fears of looking out of place were confirmed when we got tripped up in the revolving door and spilled into the quiet room laughing hysterically. They seated us in the back.
Following our pattern of relaxing in the afternoon, we didn’t do much until early evening when we decided to ride the ferry over to Algiers Point. There’s not much for tourists to do there, so we stayed on the boat for the return trip.
In any other town, a place like Yo Momma’s would be considered a total dive, but in the quarter, it’s an award winning hamburger place. Sitting at the bar, I enjoyed the mushroom burger, while Kelly had the PB and bacon burger. Both were tasty, but underdone. My medium and her medium well were both a tad more than rare. Luckily Kelly didn’t notice until she was 2/3 done, so she enjoyed her meal – and didn’t get food poisoning. ( The title of this post was the joke printed on our check )
Before heading in for the night, we stopped at the Kerry Irish Pub. Nice atmosphere, but not very crowded. Instead of the expected Celtic music, we had a couple of hippies doing 60s and 70s tunes. Not bad, but not what I was there for.
Thus endeth the last full day in NOLA.
