Ladies, when you want to be cuddled in old-school luxury, insist on a visit to the Polo Club Lounge at the Windsor Court for your next date night.
He Said wrote yesterday about my request for a date night last weekend and our frustration with the management of Le Foret, who apparently stepped outside to do a keg stand during customer service training. At 7:15 Saturday, the date was in serious trouble as it was beginning to look like I might have won an all-expenses-paid drip to cranky husbandville. Trust me, not one of the 1000 places to see before you die.
But all was not lost. We were saved by a very nice dinner at the always-impressive Lilette (more about that later in the week), and a fantastic finish at the Polo Lounge. Continue reading
Man, there’s nothing to do in this town!
Ever sit on the couch and ponder how few options in dining and entertainment we have in New Orleans? Yeah, me either. On the contrary, any single decision means there are hundreds of others left blowing in the wind. One recent Friday evening after a spirited game of Rock, Paper, Scissors He said victoriously and rather smugly chose Bouligny Tavern as our starting point. (This is of course how I remember it.)
We ventured out early, which is never a good sign if you intend to have plans post-dinner, and arrived at Bouligny about 6:30 pm. There were still at this time several open tables as well as the bar. Looking around the room, I realized that this is definitely one of the see and be seen places around town where the pretty people go. It makes sense, as the atmosphere inside is significantly different (in a good way) from most other bars and restaurants throughout the city. It reminds me of Tomorrowland in Disney. You know, yesterday’s cutting edge vision of tomorrow which has now become yesterday and is therefore vintage. I’m not sure I understand that analogy myself.