|Beignets and coffee from Café du Monde|
If you’ve been following me on any form of social media (peep the new handles!), you know that Ben and I spent our final days of 2016 in Louisiana for our friend’s NYE wedding. After driving all day on Friday, we checked into our hotel and got ready for dinner with friends that were also there for the wedding. Dinner was spent at a restaurant on the main strip where I enjoyed a huge muffuletta. Shortly after, we began our adventure to Bourbon Street where I wasn’t sure what to expect. I had heard so many mixed stories from friends about “the infamous Bourbon” that by the time I got there I didn’t know whether to run from it or stay out all night dancing on it. I’m so glad I choose the latter.
We bar-hopped, saw one too many girls lift their shirts for beads, and stayed out way, WAY past our bedtime. The thing that I learned about Bourbon Street is that it never stops. The same holds true even at 2AM where a normal bar may be making its last call, the bars on Bourbon seem to be just getting started.
On Saturday morning, Ben and I ventured out to the French Quarter. We popped in and out of shops, and admired the architecture of the city – it was so beautiful. I especially loved all of the cast iron around the balconies and the brightly colored buildings. We obviously stopped for mandatory beignets at Café Du Monde. I think our Uber driver said it best: “Café Du Monde is the only place that makes beignets. Every other place just tries.” Guys, they were literally like little pieces of powdered sugar covered heaven. And the coffee? Oh the coffee. Just perfect.
The wedding was Saturday night at Magnolia Mansion in New Orleans. It was incredibly beautiful and we were so happy to share in our friend’s day of love. Thanks to my Instagram followers, I rocked this gorgeous Lulu’s dress for the wedding. Following the reception, Ben and I went back out to Bourbon Street to spend the rest of our night at a country bar (shocker, right?).
Though it was a short trip, I really enjoyed our time in NOLA. I can guarantee it’s not the last that Bourbon Street has seen of us, and I know I’ll have another beignet craving sooner rather than later. Until next time, Louisiana!