After the run away success of our last feature, For Lunch Today, Peter and I decided to continue the theme of giving you, the reader, ideas for specific things. Thus, for the next few months we will tell you where to go get a drink after work. Sometimes food will be available for you to nosh on, other times you should pick up some cheddar cheese and peanut butter crackers. But always, there will be booze, glorious booze.
Remember kids: You booze, you loose.
Thursday afternoons around 6 p.m. are the best time to grab drinks if you work a 9-5 Jay Ohhh Bee. Friday after work drinks require plans. Plans require planning and plans get shattered more than wine glasses at a Jewish wedding. This makes it less fun. Plus, Thursday combines the excitement and promise of the upcoming weekend with the satisfaction that the week is almost over. Thursdays, not just for Must See TV anymore. *
The recent weather in New Orleans has been like a breath of fresh air, literally. The stagnant heat of summer left and the hint of fall summersaulted in. Recently, Herbsaint began serving throughout the afternoon. So here is what you should do.
Go sit outside at Herbsaint. From there you can watch the streetcar roll away from the CBD and into the residential heart of New Orleans, much like the Daquiri you ordered will take you from work to relax. I would also order the fries with aioli, the charcuterie board, and perhaps some frog's legs. Then ask them to pour you a glass of their "staff reserve." Talks amongst yourselves for a few hours, then head home.
What a fine way to spend an afternoon. For a second you might think you are the Pope.
*Brought to you by the Campaign to make Thursday's the New Friday's.
Thursday, September 18, 2008
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Ordinarily I would propose a post-work cocktail for research purposes this afternoon. Alas, my mother-in-law is celebrating a birthday tonight.
May I suggest, however, that the bar in the Renaissance Pere Marquette is now one of the best in the City?
Hey the jerk store called and said quit taking the hitter on deck out of the batter's box or something like that.
Jeez, way to ruin all the fun.
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