Ivan and I woke up around 9:40 am on March 15, 2010. We packed everything up. We checked out of the hotel at 11:10 am.
We had lunch at Brenda’s Eat In or Take Out in New Iberia. We had the chicken stew with sweet peas and potato salad. The chicken stew was really tasty!!
We walked around New Iberia a little.
Ivan drove us to Avery Island. It’s $1 entrance fee to the island. We parked the car. We went to the building where the Tabasco tour is held. It smelled like Tabasco sauce. The tour is free. The tour guide was a nice lady named Marnell. It was her birthday. She just recently found out that she was allergic to the tabasco peppers. Poor thing.
We got a few mini bottles of Tabasco. We got Chipotle, Original and Green Pepper. We watched a movie about Tabasco. The McIlhenny family and the employees of Tabasco live on Avery Island.
Next, we got to see the assembly line. We saw the labels put on them by machine and then put in boxes.
We went to the Country Store. Here they sell everything Tabasco. I didn’t know they had Tabasco Spam. We tried some samples like soy sauce and salsas with Tabasco.
Ivan and I went driving in the Jungle Garden. It was such a beautiful day to be outside. The entrance is $8 per person. We drove by a bayou.
We saw the Buddha that was a gift given to A.E. McIlhenny. It’s in a little building. I got gum stuck on my shoe while walking around the garden. Ugh, why can’t people put their gum in a wrapper and throw it in the trash? We saw probably about a hundred snow egrets in Bird City.
Ivan started driving to New Orleans around 4 pm. We arrived about 6:30 pm. We had to look for parking around the hotel. We found $10 parking nearby. The hotel charges $26 plus tax per day.
We checked in to the Hotel Le Cirque.
We walked to the French Quarter. We wanted to eat at Acme Oyster Shop. There was a huge line though. We had dinner at The Gumbo Shop instead. Ivan and I shared the shrimp and okra gumbo and the grilled catfish with shrimp creole on top. The food was average and it was a little pricey.
We checked out some of the bars on Bourbon Street. We stopped to listen to a good band at Maison Bourbon Jazz Club. I found out later that the singer and trumpet player is named Jamil Sharif. Our friend Kellie knows him. There’s a one drink minimum per person per set.
We walked back to the hotel.