You can throw in all the superlatives you want. This is going to be a very nostaglic and overly-sentimental post. Well maybe not. The fact that I had to say it may end that exaggeration now.
Maybe I’d like like to have a tentative place to go or something lined up, but I’m great with audibles and new situations presenting themselves. I actually prefer that. Life is all about randomness and sometimes going with the flow is all that can be asked of anyone.
I actually felt that in my four days in town I got so much in that I was at peace with missing a few things, and w.i.n.o. actually escaped my thoughts. It was no longer on my radar.
After a meeting up with a dear friend I haven’t seen in a while, she asked me where I wanted to go next on my final night. I said I have no idea, just drive me to the heart of the city and I’ll find somewhere enjoyable to go. I kid you not, a few minutes later we stopped right in front of, you guessed it. My day, my night, and my vacation felt like it was coming full circle. I needed a minute. I’m freaking myself out of the visual of this. I remember it so well like it was yesterday.
I loved my experience here. When reading about them I thought the place would be so much bigger and intimidating. Nothing could be further from the truth. It was very quaint and cozy.
I got a seat at the bar in the front which also serves as the check-in area. The check-in area you say? Well they do the microchip card gimmick where you pay for the wine as you go. Some places would have you pay in advance, but I prefer this option. However, it can get dangerous if you’re not paying attention or had a few too many sips. Whoops! Not me, never!
You can get one, two, and four ounce pours and the prices vary. I couldn’t count how many of the 120 wines I had. No, I didn’t reach triple digits, that would be absurd. It would be quite the monumental task though.
And instead of reviewing a bunch, I will post photos of some of my favorites at the times with descriptions. Knowing me, they were mostly reds. Maybe a white wine was thrown in for good measure. I don’t discriminate.
They rotate their wines so I doubt many would still be here but I’d love to find some of these at my local retailer. I sincerely hope you can too.
If I were to write about each wine you would lose interest in reading very quickly. I believe the pictures will do is justice.
My experience was inspiring. The staff was so nice. I sad thee for a good few hours pacing myself. I was away on holiday but I felt like I was a local. I think just being here and not within the chaos of Bourbon Street speaks to looking for more quality over touristy. And I did the latter as well. But give me great wine, great eats, and a great atmosphere, and I’ll be happy anywhere.
I ordered a nice cheese, olives, pate, and spinach artichoke dip. Who knows what else I got. I was in the zone. I was an elated guy.
I was happy just being where I was. I chatted with a few regulars but was happy being alone as well. This place felt like home. This city felt like it.
I can’t wait to come back. I miss it so much. This made my 2015 and I still had another six months to go.
I love you New Orleans and I can’t wait to come back.
Happy New Year.