We went to the Tropical Isle on a visit to New Orleans on our way down Bourbon Street to go to Marie LeVeau's House of Voodoo. I have to admit, it took a few minutes for anyone to even speak to us, much less take our order, but when they did, they were exceptionally nice and accommodating. Of course, since there's a huge Amazon woman on the wall advertising the mysterious 'Hand Grenade' we had to have one. He warned us of two things - be sure you're ready for this, and don't ask what's in it, because we won't tell you.
Well, I drank mine, and headed off to go to the House of Voodoo, leaving my sister sitting at the bar to finish hers. She had no interest in the House of Voodoo, so she was going to wait for me there. I got about three shops down from the corner and had to sit down on a stoop and get my head together. That Hand Grenade had hit me and I was sauced! One drink will pretty much flat knock you down, and I wasn't someone that didn't ever touch alcohol at that time.
I had to call my sister on my cell and ask her to come get me so I could stand up, and asked her to buy me a hot dog from a street vendor so I could get something on my stomach to start absorbing the alcohol.
Don't get me wrong, it tasted great and I'm always happy to get that toasted and not have to spend a ton getting that way, but would have preferred to know just how powerful it was before I took off walking down Bourbon St by myself, drunk! LOL
You MUST visit this place and have one!!!
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