Staying on Bourbon St. for the week, the Golf Guy had no problem with a little ‘quiet time’ at the TPC Louisiana. FYI – don’t take a hotel room facing Bourbon St. – the live music starts very early. Very, very early.
New Orleans is known for a little voodoo. It’s no accident what Zurich spelled backwards means.
From an early age, ‘Tuba Tom’ understood the old saying, ‘Size matters.’ Sadly, ‘Banjo Ben’ did not get such good advice.
No words were spoken as this officer took one look at the Golf Guy and made it clear I wasn’t allowed into the swanky 18th Green Cypress Suites.
You already have famous streets like Bourbon St. and Canal St. Is there really a need to spice things up more with a street name like this? Why not? It lured me in.
Although New Orleans is home to classic dishes such as oysters on the half shell, boiled crawfish, seafood gumbo, jambalaya and other Creole dishes, it’s still nice to go to a golf tournament and smell some good old fashioned hamburgers cooking on the grill.
Is it possible to have a new favorite band without ever hearing a single song from them? Yes, it is. I’m here to announce that ‘Bag of Donuts’ (see Saturday concert) is my new favorite band.
Three ladies, three drinks ... three jokes about ... hey wait a second, there’s my favorite bar!
This is no joke. This jazz singer spent several hours in between her sets talking to the Golf Guy. Such an enjoyable time that I thought about resigning from Golf Channel, moving to New Orleans, and becoming the ‘Jazz Guy.’
I did NOT walk into this store. Twenty years ago? Sure, would have probably been sleeping in that trash can every night.
Unfortunately for some street performers, the ‘groupies’ following them aren’t quite like Kate Hudson in ‘Almost Famous;' rather women who actually give themselves their own haircuts.
After a morning involving coffee, toast, jam and a dose of Metamucil, Henry and his wife Virginia found themselves in the French Quarter and decided, ‘Hell, if you can’t beat ‘em ... join ‘em!’
