Kentucky Straight Bourbon (Street)

Oh, the recovery. Americorps teams from Denver had their spring break over Easter weekend, and let me just say that it was QUITE good. We stayed in a hotel directly across from the famous New Orleans Convention Center and just enjoyed the weekend...in many different ways. :-D
I have found my Xanadu, and it is known as Bourbon Street. For those who are unfamilar with New Orleans, let me attempt to describe it to you.

Imagine the best college party you've ever been to. Subtract the ever-present douchebag meatheads and the horse-piss beer, and replace them with happy drunk tourists, Hurricanes and Hand Grenades (both of them are highly potent drinks designed to get the consumer quite inebriated). Swap the crappy rap music on a stereo with awesome LIVE blues, jazz, and rock in one of the many bars and clubs. Trade amateur beer pong for cute girls 'showing off' for beads. Add a couple hokey little shops selling fun tourist shit, and a smattering of strip clubs and sex shops. Sound like a good party?

Now make it seven blocks long.

Alcohol and debauchery are not the only things to see and do in New Orleans, however. The historic French Quarter also boasts some of the coolest music clubs in the world, an antiques shop specializing in old weaponry, Jimmy Buffett's Margaritaville, fucking awesome French donuts known as beignets, and, last Saturday, the Guiness World Record for Largest Oyster Po-Boy.

Let me explain this as well. A po-boy is a well-known New Orleans specialty. It is essentially a hoagie, but constructed with chewy French bread. The most famous variety is made with fried oysters, but shrimp and pretty much any other sandwich ingredients will work. So on this particular Saturday afternoon, I wandered into the French Quarter and, much to my surprise, I came across a HUGE fucking sandwich on Bourbon Street. Made up of quite a few loaves of French bread, this sandwich stretched roughly two blocks. Each of the seafood restaurants in the area had nine or so feet of the po-boy with which to work, and they prepared their fried oysters in their own individual way. The oysters were added, the pictures were taken, the record was set...and then they cut it up and distributed it to the many people who had come to watch. I am pleased to announce that I snaked a piece...and it was amazing.


In the athletic realm, a big old 'fuck you' to the Pitt basketball team for taking a knee against a mediocre team that, by all rights, they should have crushed. Not only did it screw up my bracket, it dashed my hopes. At least fucking Duke lost...bah.