Giant Pancake and Sad Basketball

Woke up in Memphis, the noise outside our palatial suite didn’t keep me from sleeping almost til 8, which was nice because the hotel laid out earplugs for us, the road in front of the hotel was basically the drag, and the kids were out with their vroom vrooms trying to impress nobody.  Anyways, we got our shit together, and checked out and headed to Sunrise, which was recommended the night before at the Green Beetle.  We drove across town and had a very amazing breakfast, i can’t recommend it enough, and there were two Memphis Grizzlies sitting at the table next to us talking about their terrible contracts and the players on their team who sucked, it was awesome and JW had no idea.

So the drive to NOLA was a mere 6 hours, but damn once we hit Mississippi the road was no towns and trees on either side.  I was worried.  Where are the goddamn towns in Mississippi?  We hit Jackson and there was a town, then we turned and before we knew it we hit Louisiana!  Which looked the same for a long while, but then we were on an elevated highway above a swamp or something and then we saw a lake and then we were driving in traffic and then we were towntown NOLA and it was like “how did we even get here”. 

We arrived at our hotel at 4 a and checked in and parked the car, and our reservation for dinner was not until 6:45 so we chilled, allowed my back to heal a bit and then out the door and hopped on the street car which runs in front of the hotel regularly.  We arrived in the warehouse district but missed our stop so had to walk a bit.  Including walking by the bearcat which want to have brunch at Wednesday.

Cochan appeared as we walked and then we sat down and ate and it was a lot of fluff, it was not bad, it was pretty good, i ordered the wrong thing, the food was excellent, oh god.

After dinner i thought we walk a bit to a couple breweries nearby, the Courtyard, being the closest, and we walked through empty streets in a town known for murder and didn’t feel unsafe one single time, the bartender said they didn’t have flights so i ordered a couple 1/2 pints and they were fine, but the place was dead and we head out to the next brewry nearby Care Forgot, which was not far, again, empty streets, us alone walking, and it was all fine.

Care Forgot was better beers, they had flights, and the owner/brewmaster talked to us for a while about stuff, ghosts and voodoo priestess, and whatever the fukk he was talking about.  The beer was good, the conversation nice and then we had to say goodbye.

I wanted to get back on the street car, or find another bar, the choices were slim, and JW has harder standards than me, so after walking nearly back to our hotel, some neon lights popped up and we wandered into Delachaise Wine Bar, where we met Kate, an aspiring young musician from NYC and we had had some drinks and talks and it was a lovely time.  We will back for food because they have frog legs.