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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If you are in New Orleans and you want to try a local favorite then this article “Fiorellas Fabulous Fried Chicken” looks at a great choice. There are additional links below with other great food choices when you are in New Orleans.
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!
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!
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