Mike and I were married on a Friday night and flew into New Orleans right after the reception. We were both still in college so we had to keep our honeymoon short. We packed a great deal of fun into the next three days. We stayed at the Hotel Monteleone which was being remodeled, a sign of how things were going to work for the rest of our married life. We had to walk over plywood boards to get to the front desk but our room was perfect. We saw all of the typical Crescent City sites, ate breakfast at Brennan’s and had an memorable dinner at Broussard’s. Dining was a much more formal affair back then. Mike found himself wearing a loaned jacket at Brennan’s because he had shown up without one. He was so embarrassed and kept apologizing that he should have known better. I just thought that it was funny. Continue reading “Gumbo”
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