Day six, it's Sunday and we head down the the Hotel cafe for some caffeine and a kick start to our day. A couple of cups do me fine (Excellent coffee, not sure of the blend but it's nice and strong) while the GF decides on a croissant filled with scrambled egg, ham and Swiss cheese. I get the last few bites after she`s had her fill and the croissant is very flaky and the fillings are yummy as well.
Adequately fortified we shuffle back to the room and waste several hours just doing nothing, all the walking we`ve done over the last few days has landed me a nicely swollen right calf and a shin-splint. Still at about 2pm I hobble behind the GF through the French Market and back to the banks of the Mississippi and another picnic lunch of Central Grocery mufaletta. The sandwich is even better the day after it seems and we quickly devour the half we brought with us. After wandering around for a bit more and watching the Ironman athletes finish their gruelling event @ the finish at Jackson Square it`s back to the room to rest my tired dog.
8:30 ish found us watching a torrential downpour hammer the streets of the FQ as lightening and thunder plied the sky with brilliant flashes and echoing booms. WOW, when it rains it rains here. The GF still wanted to head out for dinner and seeing as how we get as much liquid sunshine in British Columbia we decided to venture out into the rain. Unfortunately the upcoming experience we had was just the kind I`d been hoping to avoid by studying the CHOW boards.
We made our way over to Remoulade on Bourbon Street, there were more than a few people inside so we thought that an indication of the food, apparently looks can be deceiving. After we were seated our waiter arrived to take our drink order, though he was polite he was far from engaging, my Bloody Mary was ok though it did seem to have a lot of horseradish swirling around the bottom of the glass and the GF just had coke. We each ordered a taster platter and I ordered a half-dozen oysters on the half-shell. My turtle soup arrived at the same time as the lady`s seafood gumbo, the waiter did ask if I wanted a splash of sherry (I did) and it was delivered as straight faced as everything else, though it was my first time trying turtle soup I definitely would have it again. The GF fished about 4 separate pieces of shell etc from her gumbo and commented that it was ok, but only lukewarm. The platters arrived and the meal didn`t look like it was improving, my crawfish etouffee did have a generous portion of mudbug tails in it, but as with everything else that was supposed to be hot it was warm at best and very salty. The natchitoches meat pie ran with juices when I forked it, but the juices all ran out onto the plate and the first bite revealed the crust to be dry and tasteless and the filling of ground meats grey and salty. It looked like something that had been mass produced and rewarmed (Sort of) for the platter. The GF`s red beans and rice had hard, dry clumps of rice on top of the beans which bland and again cold, the New Orleans style stuffed crab gave her pause with almost every mouthful as she encountered bits of shell with every bite. The Oysters were plump, large and looked gorgeous and after everything else that had gone wrong I couldn`t even bring myself to try one, they were left untouched on the table after I paid the bill and we beat a hasty retreat back to the Hotel. We`d have been better off to have gone over to Verti Mart grabbed a 6 pack of Abita Amber, a few Hubig`s pies and stayed in the room to finish the remaining mufaletta half we still had in the fridge, that and it would have saved us $40.00 even after buying the beer and the pies.