I love New Orleans, love the food and style and pace. If you need a break from the U.S., and don't have a passport, go to New Orleans.
I don't like Bourbon Street. Too many drunk tourists. But one of the great bars anywhere, the Old Absinthe House, is on Bourbon. Friend who works for the Carolina Panthers told me about the bar, and it was love at first sight. I like places that are older than I am, and this one was built in 1806.
Buddy who is in town to write about the about the NFL owners meetings was there the other night. One of the NFL owners also was -- Daniel Snyder of the Washington Redskins.
If I were trying to run into Snyder, I would go to a chain restaurant that had a branch in Washington D.C. I'd figure he'd want to be recognized, and maybe word would spread through the chain. Oh, yeah, we know you. You go to the Applebee's near the stadium. One white wine spritzer coming right up.
Not the Old Absinthe House, Dan. Maybe the Olde Absinthe House. But not the Old Absinthe.
The place is not fancy, has a juke box and open windows and, the last time I was there, a woman who said she was a personal trainer who was spanking people, albeit with a great deal of class and respect and only if they volunteered. I didn't. My friend did. They didn't make a scene. They went outside.
When he returned, he was a better person. A good bar can transform you, it really can. But it can't transform everybody.
New Orleans isn't for everybody. The Old Absinthe isn't, either.