Last week, @Cuppacafe and I took an impromptu vacation. His boss was out of the country for the week, leaving him with nothing pressing to do – even though FIVE co-workers called, texted, or emailed him while he was out of the office. Being an oilman, he was interested in seeing the Gulf Coast beaches and water for himself, so we headed out on Tuesday, not sure where we were going. The first two or three hours, from Texas into Louisiana, was a rather unpleasant experience. At one point on Interstate 10, we were crawling along at 30 mph because of the storms.
Pascal's Manale: An Italian Creole Restaurant
Our first stop was in New Orleans at
Pascal’s Manale for dinner. Walt had eaten there years ago and had the urge to visit again. Since he was driving, and I love sight-seeing in New Orleans and soaking up the atmosphere of old houses and even older trees, I went along. We had a great dinner, the ambiance playing as much a part as did the food. We were the only ones in our particular dining room when we were first seated, but the room quickly began to fill up. Our server was old school New Orleans and had probably been working at the restaurant for years. One of those pros who gets everything right and knows what he’s doing. The security guard who opened the door showed us the line on the wall outside where the waters from the Katrina flooding had reached. I grabbed the above photo from the web, and I’m pretty sure there are steps up to the door now, but the flood level was right above the white flower pot in that picture.
