I happened to be in New Orleans this year for both the NFC Championship Game and the Super Bowl. Surprisingly, I actually remember both of the games and the good times I had. I guess I’m growing up… a little. The atmosphere in New Orleans for the NFC Championship Game against the Minnesota Vikings wasn’t just electric; it was like nuclear-powered energy flowing through the entire city. While I didn’t get to actually go to the game, I had an amazing time tailgating on Poydras and enjoying the festivities.
Home Sweet Dome
While the day was spent drinking cheap beer, tailgating, eating jambalaya and fried chicken, and general tomfoolery, things settled down when the game came on. After intense hours of watching a TV outside with static every time a helicopter flew overhead, the game came down to an overtime field goal by Garrett Hartley, and the city erupted into joyous pandemonium! Below was the scene on Poydras street, just minutes after the field goal split the uprights. The Saints were going to the Super Bowl!
Party on Poydras
After many more hours of jubulant celebration and following Megan’s pom-pom that led use to Bourbon Street, Brandon, Megan, and I eventually wandered back towards Brandon’s apartment where we made a stop at a local 24 hour joint: St. Charles Tavern.
St. Charles Tavern
St. Charles Tavern sits in the Lower Garden District of New Orleans, just minutes away from both uptown and downtown locations. The Tavern was established in 1917 and has been serving breakfast, burgers, and New Orleans’ famous poboys ever since.
Famous Tavern Hash Breakfast
I glanced rather incoherently at the menu and quickly picked out the Famous Tavern Hash Breakfast. Hey, if it is famous, I might as well try it, right? The breakfast came with chicken and andouille hash, scrambled eggs, grits, and a biscuit. Needless to say, I stuffed every bit of that late night snack right now my pie hole, and it all tasted glorious with one exception. The biscuit truly disappointed me. It came out already sliced in half, and with an extreme lack of flakiness that makes biscuits so delicious. As for the hash, wow! This mixture of potatoes, sausage, chicken, onions, bell peppers, and more was right on. The hash made me happy on its own, but after throwing in the grits and eggs, I was in gluttonous heaven. But hey, it’s alright, because the Saints were going to the Super Bowl! Who Dat?!