Worth the Wait
~Saturday, November 13, 2021~
A little too much fun last night in the Big Easy. We’re all dragging today, not feeling a bit refreshed. Not a full-blown hangover, just over tired. The price we must pay. So much colder today than it has been, with the high’s in the upper 50’s. Tim found a really good breakfast place close to their hotel, and bike worthy for Jeff and I. When we arrived at the Bearcat Cafe Uptown, Tim said he had good news and bad news. The good news is there were a lot of people (always a good sign), and the bad news, there’s a lot of people with a 90-minute wait. When you feel the way we do, all you want to do is feed the soul. So it was a little agonizing having to wait that long since none of us had eaten that day and it was already 1:00 p.m. At least it gave us good quality time to visit, while enjoying some fresh air and sunshine. We finally were seated around 2:00, eager to order. Like so many places, service was a bit on the slow side due to limited staff.
It took about 30 minutes to get our food, but it was well worth the wait. Jeff ordered a fried chicken sandwich,
Tim-a wrap, Tracy a scramble, and me an avocado/salmon toast. One thing we all shared in common at the table….the fried potatoes. All delicious!!
While Tim and Tracy went back to their hotel for a bit, Jeff and I biked back to the trailer to let Sadie out and to pick up the truck to drive to the Garden District. The Garden District may not be the iconic French Quarter, but takes a close second. This is “fancy” New Orleans with its opulent mansions, fine dining, the creepy old Lafayette Cemetery No. 1, and shops. The four of us toured around by car first, then got out to get a closer look at the beautiful homes and read their stories. We had the added bonus of Tim looking up the prices of many of the homes on his Redfin app, all at least $1 million to $2 million. I told Tracy that I couldn't imagine spending that kind of money with a city so prone to devastation. The Garden District got its name because
originally, the area was developed with only a few houses per block, each surrounded by a large garden, giving the district its name. It reminded me a little bit of Charleston with the beautiful homes, gas lanterns, and oak tree-lined, narrow streets.
After our tour, we went back to the trailer where Sadie was quite the greeter. Tracy and Tim were very happy to see her. Dog fix, dog fix. We decided to just stay at the Latreille abode, order in some pizza and visit. I don’t believe drinks were in the mix this time. Sure wish we had one more day since it would have been fun to paint the town just once more before going our separate ways. Since their flight doesn’t leave until 5:00 p.m. tomorrow, we looked into getting a late checkout, but there is absolutely no flexibility due to the high demand. It’s the only RV park near the French Quarter. So we said our goodbyes, at least for now until we see them again in December. They’ll be flying down for the Holidays where we’ll all be together with the exception of Hannah and Devin and the boys staying back in Illinois spending Christmas with Devin’s family. Thank you Tim and Tracy for journeying our way and making our time in New Orleans that more special. 🥰😘