I’m tired of playing hipster Mad Libs when it comes to trendy cafes, but I appreciate that this one lived up to it’s name.
I swung by The Flying Burrito to grab a quick guac.
There are two types of mid-day breaks I welcome. Chips and guac breaks, and foofy art gallery breaks. This post is about the latter.
This photo reflects a deep, deep longing…for chicken.
When Sandra decided to come with me to New Orleans, I let her pick the Airbnb.
On Sandra’s last night in New Orleans, we swung by here to listen to some jazz. Cause Jazz!
Sandra gets full credit for finding Frenchmen Art Market.
One of the first things I do in an unfamiliar city? Scout a coffee shop. Stat.
Give Melissa an inch of directions, and she’ll walk a mile. Or six.