As previously alluded [Open article], I made the sojourn to Crescent City yet again last weekend.
In 1996 I visited New Orleans for the first time, in order to experience the Jazz and Heritage Festival [Open article].
The full-on downpour during Stevie Wonder’s headlining slot…the morning thunderstorm that kept us waiting for hours inside a dark house in the ninth ward…the musicians you’ve never heard of that unfailingly blow your mind…the food, the ridiculous overconsumption of that food you just can’t quite replicate anywhere else…truly, the weekend was full of all of the reasons that have kept me returning to New Orleans for its annual Jazz & Heritage Festival the last thirteen years in a row [Open article].
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Cochon de Lait
Only in New Orleans [Open article] does the line “my friend shat his pants today” win you the favor of locals and the cathartic epiphany of a weekend well-indulged in festival foodlines.
