Yes, beignets are in the title. Not Bourbon Street, or the fact that jazz was born here, or voodoo. Or that New Orleans is the place where Mardi Gras is held. No, beignets.
Ever since Chef (if you haven’t seen this feelgood movie, it’s about time), the one thing that stuck to my mind were its signature deepfried dough balls.
So, you’re in New Orleans. What’s there to see?
This street, ruled by party people and fluorescent green colored cocktails named ‘Hand Grenades’, feels a lot like the American Khao San Road to me. It smells a bit like horses – Mounted Police is present – and puke. The neon lights, live music and occassional jazz bar in the middle of buildings with music blasting out, give this Rue Bourbon its particular charm.
The French Quarter undoubtedly has good and not so good areas. Especially Royal Street and its side streets are so so pretty. And yes, the holiday lights do indeed give it that little extra.
Jon Liong provided all pictures in this post. A full time traveler, skilled photographer, dedicated boyfriend and Po’boy lover. Jon also still owes us his review of Johnny’s Po-Boys, where he ate a drippin’ roast beef po’boy and found the cheapest ATM ever.