Each installment of Ben’s Tours takes you on a visit to a special place. This time join me as we explore the highlights of New Orleans’ French Quarter district. **Please note this is a repost of an older clip I accidentally deleted from the group the other day**
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New Orleans Saints
The New Orleans Saints are in the Super Bowl!
New Orleans Saints Bless you Boys and all the Who Dat noise!
The fans were more than great and we are oh so grateful for the Viking mistakes!
Minnesota thought they could pull it out.
NOT! That’s what I’m talking about!
Drew and crew did what we needed them to do.
And man, did Garrett Hartley really come through!
So proud of our Black and Gold,
We Believe Boys, heart and soul!!
It’s party time in the Big Easy tonight,
Can I get a “Yea you right!”
We can’t help it if that’s how we roll.
Hey N’awlins, We are going to the Super Bowl!!!
By Sharon Denise Talbot
Super Fan of the New Orleans Saints and Editor of WhoDatDoDat.com
The New Orleans Saints went on the win the Super Bowl for the first time in the organizations history. The New Orleans Saints beat the Colts in an exciting game with a 4th quarter interception. Who Dat!
New Orleans Saints
People come to New Orleans for all kinds of reasons and for some that reason is food. If you love food there are few places better than N’awlins to indulge that passion. I always get the question, “Where can I get good food in New Orleans?” Now really, how am I supposed to answer that? Just about anywhere you turn are some really great places, but if you are looking for the best fried chicken in the Big Easy it has got to be Fiorella’s. Hands down. If you don’t believe me just ask Southern Living Magazine.
Fiorella’s is located across from the New Orleans French Market at 45 French Market Place, but also has an entrance on Decatur St. The menu is quite extensive and includes some traditional N’awlins fare like over stuffed po’boys and thick, spicy gumbo. It even stretches to things like Liver and Onions, pastas and fried pickles to name but a few. If you don’t feel like getting out, no problem, Fiorella’s delivers in the French Quarter. You really should make the effort to dine in though; the experience is as enjoyable as the chicken and the tab is easy on the wallet .
My suggestion is find a seat and order a big frosted goblet of beer and a plateful of piping hot, crispy fried chicken and prepare to be amazed by this kickin’ chicken. Just another little tip, let the pieces of the crispy golden brown skin crumble into the bowl of warm home-made mashed potatoes covered in brown gravy. Yum. Are you hungry yet? Fiorella’s is a fun, casual place with the feel of being at your Mom’s for a big family meal. Don’t be surprised if you are carrying on a conversation with the whole dining room between mouth watering bites.
This is a favorite hangout for locals, and you never know who might stop in. Fortunate are the New Orleans visitors who find out about Fiorella’s fabulous fried chicken before they leave town. You can bet it will be one of their first stops on the next trip. Steaming hot from the first piece to the last this chicken is worth a return trip all by itself. We are talking a whole new degree of finger-licking!
By Sharon Denise Talbot
punishment…put him in the mass pit where the heat was melting others.
The devil came back sometime later surprised to find the Cajun just
sitting around, not even misting, much less sweating. “How come you’re
not so much as sweating here where everyone else is screaming for relief
from the heat?”
The Cajun laughed and said, “Man, I was raised in the bayous of Sout
Looziana. Dis ain’t nothin’ but May in ‘Nawlins’ to me!”
The devil decided to really put the Cajun through it. He put him in a
sealed off cave in the pit with open blazes and four extra furnaces
blasting. When he came back, days later, the Cajun was sitting pretty,
had barely begun to bead up with sweat. The devil was outraged. “How is
this possible!? You should be melted to a shrieking puddle in these
The Cajun laughed even harder than before. “Hey, man! I done tole you. I
was raised in Sout Looziana. You tink dis is heat?! Dis ain’t nothin’
but August in Cow Island !”
So the devil thought, ‘Alright, a little reverse ought to do the trick.’
He put the Cajun into a corner of hell where no heat ever reached. It
was freezing and to add to the Cajun’s misery, he added massive icebergs
and blasting frozen air. When he returned, the Cajun was shivering, ice
hung from every part of him but he was grinning like it was Christmas.
Exasperated, the devil asked “HOW!? How is it possible?! You’re
impervious to heat and here you sit in conditions you can’t be used
to…freezing cold and yet you’re happier than if you were in heaven.