You learn a lot about your partner when you go on holiday together. Our trip to America was our first holiday together in the 4 years we'd been an item, and arguably it was the longest amount of time we'd continuously spent together.
I learned that Stephen likes to go to bed early and wake up at the crack of dawn when on holiday. On the other hand, I prefer to stay out late and check out the local night-life, then wake up just in time for brunch.
I learned not to EVER follow Stephen's directions, and to bring a map.
Stephen learned that I get really frustrated and verbally abusive towards pedestrians who stop in the middle of the footpath unexpectedly to take a photo or look at a map, making me walk into them. I learned that Stephen is one of those pedestrians.
I discovered that Stephen has a gentlemanly habit of slowing down his walking pace for me (he has loooooong legs and it's hard for him to walk at a normal human pace).
I also learned that Stephen is able to keep a cool head in tense situations, like the time we were almost robbed by the river (that was crazy).
And finally, we both learned that we have a similar passion for trying food that is traditional and authentic to an area. In the interest of trying some traditional Cajun dishes, we decided to have dinner at Cajun Cabin.
Cajun Cabin is located on Bourbon Street, a prime location. It has a huge bar to the side with an amazing array of alcohol, and two false trees right in the middle of the restaurant, seemingly growing from the wooden floor. We were seated promptly as it was early and not so busy, then went to work ordering.
I REALLY REALLY wanted to try a good Gumbo while I was in the South, and this cup fit the bill. A strong, flavoursome stock was thickened with roux and simmered down with small chunks of tender chicken and andouille sausage. It was served with a spoon-full of white rice, and crackers on the side.
Another New Orleans classic; succulent, chilled prawns were smothered in a red remoulade sauce redolent with paprika and pickles, and were served on top of battered and fried green tomatoes.
Stephen's Gator burger contained a mildly spicy, gamey aligator meat patty topped with pickles and served on a slightly chewy bun. The fries were a little overdone, but we liked them that way - the crispier the better!
My burger was piled high with tender, juicy beef brisket smothered in smokey barbeque sauce. It was served with tomato, lettuce and pickles on a squashy sesame seed bun, and with a generous serve of crispy fries.
By this time we were too full for dessert, so we waddled off to explore the wonder that is Bourbon Street at night. If we ever come back to New Orleans (and I really hope we do!), I'll be coming back for the gumbo.
503 Bourbon Street
New Orleans, Louisina