The
day started with us heading to a café for lunch in the French quarter. The
restaurant looked like just an average café, but the service was an experience
in itself. Our waitress, who we nicknamed Big Momma was a middle aged African
American lady who ended every sentence with “honey”, “sweetie” or “baby”. She
also threw in a “that’s my gal!” when Malena ordered a second glass of wine. We
called her Big Momma because she treated us like we were her children, mainly
Keanan anyway. Big Momma made sure he ate all his cauliflower and also made
sure he tasted the bread by buttering it for him and reminding him “I’ll be back
soon to check on you honey. Eat your vegetables!”. Service was terribly slow,
but the food and Big Momma made it worth the wait!
We
spent the second half of the day on a ‘city and cemetery tour’ which involved
riding on a bus through all the interesting areas in and around New Orleans. This
included the 9th Ward, one of the areas affected harshly by
Hurricane Katrina. Five years on and there is still plenty of visible damage.
Our
tour guide’s ability to speak non-stop for the entire three hour tour was a
feat in itself. Much to our delight she also ended every description of an area
with “what did you think of that yo awl?”.
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