Late morning, one coolish day in New Orleans we found ourselves with a bit of free time so we wandered out into the day and pointed ourselves towards a restaurant recommended by a friend.
The forty five or fifty minutes we spent meandering our way there made New Orleans for me. It’s what I thought it would be like. Pedestrian only streets, trumpets in the gutter, old men watching the world go by from perfect old French balconies. We took it slow and stopped whenever we wanted along the way and were perfectly in love with Louisiana by the time we trotted into Court of Two Sisters.
And then nothing changed because my, this place was good.
Jazz brunch means Mimosas and Bloody Marys in the sunshine. Gumbo. Southern BBQ Pork Ribs. Buttermilk Biscuits. Cajun pasta salad. Corn grits. Creole Jambalaya. Pecan Pie. Bananas Foster. It was good, it was all so, so good. Southern BBQ Pork Ribs.
Folks around us occasionally sang along with the jazz trio in the Courtyard and as the late morning became well and truly afternoon we eventually propelled our reluctant selves to the door. Before we headed back to the hotel we did a sort of guided walking tour of the French Quarter. We really had to work off the ribs and jambalaya anyway so it was perfect timing.
Court of Two Sisters
613 Royal Street
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