EEK!: Uneeda Biscuit.

February 18, 2005

Uneeda Biscuit.

And I need a vacation. Every grownup should have an easily-accessible, magical destination where responsibility is a four-letter word, where the rich food and tasty liquors ooze from every available surface, where it's perfectly normal to sleep all day, get up for a Sazerac and a bowl of Froot Loops, then go back to bed with an Interview, a Vicodin, and that nice piece of ass you're lucky to be hooked up with. A Disneyland for Adults, if you will. For some folks, that place is Las Vegas, but I hate the desert and am afraid of any town that looks that comfortable with William H. Macy's naked body. Other kids go to New York, but I always end up shanghai'd by family obligations — not that I mind, but it's hard to blow the world off and still get to an 8 pm dinner reservation with the nuns, or watch some putrid animated DVD three times in a row with the babycousins out on Lawn Guyland. So we go to New Orleans.

We've stayed in Metairie (don't ask), the HI in the Garden District, the W Hotel in the CBD (completely ridiculous and overdone in every way, including a Night at the Roxbury every time you stepped into the elevator, but served a killer Bloody Mary), so this time we're staying in the French Quarter at the Biscuit Palace. The weather should still be nice in early April. We're gonna eat at Girod's and the Clover Grill, drink at Molly's (on Toulouse, not on Market), and maybe check in on our old friends at Le Roundup, to see if the bartender's put his teeth back in yet. I plan on breaking my No Beef Rule in the dark hours of some twisted morning with a Lucky Dog, all in the name of literary homage, of course. My valve!

Posted by eek at February 18, 2005 10:44 AM