We met up with one of our friends from high school who is studying at Tulane and headed to Superior Seafood for our last night of New Orleans eating.

Sat at the oyster bar, we chatted with the man behind it shucking the oysters. I asked him how one was supposed to eat a raw oyster, since I’d never had one before, and the two men next to us invited me over to try one of theirs. There was some arguing between them about whether I ought to eat it on a cracker to disguise the texture a bit (everyone’s heard them described as slimy boogers, something I was trying unsuccessfully to put out of my mind), or go for the unadulterated pure-oyster experience. They decided since it was my first time I should put it on a cracker with some cocktail sauce. I wasn’t gonna give myself too much time to contemplate what a booger would taste like, so I confidently scraped that oyster out of the shell, saddled it onto a saltine, and dressed it with some red cocktail sauce. Then I took a moment to stare it down, eye to eye. It looked like a pretty big bite. But they assured me I could do it, and the time had come to meet the oyster. I opened wide and tossed it in. Chomp, chomp, chomp… YUM! It was good! The texture was fine, but I do think the saltine helped it out quite a bit on that end. A little salty, paired with that good cocktail sauce- I liked it!


When we ordered, I got the Oyster Po-Boy, basically a fried seafood sandwich with lettuce, tomatoes, and onions. Eating it was heaven- oyster juice dripped out of it, and once again I was loving the Louisiana hot sauce. I never thought I’d see the day. Another delicious, uniquely-Louisiana meal.

In a perfect ending to our stay in New Orleans, we went to a Tulane party and had a random reunion with this motley crew of Bay Area boys. Small world!


Our second day in New Orleans started out dreary and storming. I woke up wondering why Rachael was typing so goddamn loud on her computer, only to realize it was the rain pounding on our roof. I wanted to go to the New Orleans Museum of Art, and we took advantage of a break in the deluge to start with the sculpture garden. In our opinion, it was the best part of the museum. The sculptures were beautifully plotted along the grounds to be shown to their best advantage and complimented by the nature.

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This one made us think of some sort of post-apocalyptic world where aliens had broken off the tip of the Washington monument and smashed it into the ground.

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Freaky monkey-human hybrids.

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This one looked an awful lot like Christ to me, but it was titled something ambiguous like “standing man”.


The actual museum was underwhelming. They did have a few great works by Picasso, Manet, Monet, and Degas.


But mostly it was ho-hum. The woman at the front desk said I couldn’t miss the exhibit they had on the World’s Fair when it was hosted in New Orleans in the 1930’s, so we made a tour through. The only thing I learned from the exhibit is that I never want to go to a World’s fair if it’s going to resemble that dreadfully boring collection of ugly old furniture.

We wrapped up our visit by walking a little into the park to the café Monday Call. We sat inside and watched the rain while enjoying our beignets and coffee.

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The beignets at Café du Monde were better, but Monday Call was so much quieter, and prettily situated in the park.


It would have been lovely outdoor seating on a sunny day.


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