Betwixt (that word isn't used enough, I'm probably using it improperly) the talks at the conference, we were able to see a
bit of the city. First on our agenda was a pharmacy to buy water and diapers.
The concierge pointed us toward the French Quarter. So we set out to find the
store and a bite to eat. We found the pharmacy, no problem, but lunch was more
of a challenge. Finally, I saw a little place called Daisy Dukes that looked
promising. We could barely find a spot for Boop and her stroller in the place,
but lunch was pretty yummy. Fried oysters were probably not ideal for milk
production in retrospect <I can never keep up with mercury levels>, but
they were good while they lasted. The couple beside us was in full tilt
vacation, and the woman had likely disobeyed the no imbibing before noon law.
They ordered the all-you-can-eat crawdads, and the waiter brought out a heaping
helping.
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| Boop's 1st street car ride to the French Market |
Later, we decided to take a street car ride to the end of
the line. We wound up making a trip to the French Market and had a look around.
It reminded me a lot of the markets in Charleston, SC. It must be something about
coastal towns. We debated about having some dinner at the French Market, as
well as the French Quarter Fest but decided to try to find something closer to
the hotel. We wound up at Mother’s, and we had a nice dinner there. Needless to
say it was an old mom and pop type of place, as the name implies, and came
complete with its own version of the “soup nazi,” who was the man that prepared
the drinks. The guys a few people ahead of me had goofed up big time with his
drink order and almost didn’t get his drinks. They did get a full serving of
sass. I mentally rehearsed my drink order before I got to him to try to
appease. I emerged unscathed and proceeded to get ready for another poster
session.
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| Talking to Boop at Mother's |
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