I'm new here. Started reading all the great posts about Dallas and New Orleans when I had trips scheduled. Your posts were so helpful and fun.
I just got back from my 2nd jaunt to NO last evening. It was an even better trip than the first because my husband was with me this time. We had a great time and fantastic food. The redfish topped with lump crab meat at the Bourbon House (in the Astor Crowne Hotel) was the best fish I've ever had!
The shrimp/oyster po boy at Phillipes was so delicious....sigh.
All our meals were great. The city is a treasure and we will be back! Even pondered moving there...in a moment of "what if".
But, I felt compelled to share with fellow travellers what happened our last night. I really thought about IF I should post this...I don't want to sway anyone from going to such a great city....But, I wouldn't feel decent if I didn't give a "heads up".
After that fabu meal at the Bourbon House (the wait staff was great as the food)...We were so happy. My husband had had 2 big drinks and was very up and enjoying the bustle on Bourbon Street. We love a crowd and the flavor of an interesting culture.
I felt a sharp sting on my butt. A BAD sharp sting. I turned quickly...I thought someone had stuck me with a needle.
Things happened quickly...my husband saw another woman turn in shock. He realized that this thug was snapping a cloth with a nail in it at some of the women.
My husband clocked this arse and the other guy that came after him.
You should have seen the look on those two jokers faces. They were both around 20. My husband is 50, a bit overweight and grey. (Handsome as hell, though!)
Unfortunately, his shoulder started to dislocate (an old problem) and he had to retreat. As he backed up he tripped on the curb. As he went down those thugs got a few licks in.
A nice young guy got involved and got their attention off my husband. For a moment I thought there was going to be a total fracas (I think that's the word). Started getting all racial. I hate to say it...but people were starting to shove each other, just because they were one race or another. It was horrid and bizarre. I was screaming like a banshee because I WANTED attention deflected from my husband. Actually my screeching shocked people back into reality. I think.
I could go on and on about what happened next, but to put it briefly the 2 thugs followed us, chased us...I kept begging my husband to call the cops...after the 3rd encounter, 5 blocks away....we finally ran like animals into the Marriott (I think). The thugs walked by as the hotel locked down and were ID'd by alot of the staff. The police were very nice. Undercover detectives set off to find the creeps. We never got a call that they were found.
My husband has a chipped pelvis, slight dislocation of the shoulder, a bit of kidney brusing...plus he was cut with the nail/cloth thing on the face.
Sorry, I guess I'm venting now. This was just surreal and very, very scary.
Now, my point: No matter how tough a guy you are, if someone hurts your girl/wife just get out of the immediate area and call the police. They are well aware those scum are there.
Pls don't fight them. They have weapons. They would slit your throat without a thought....and your life is much to valuable.
Just keep moving and call the cops.
Hope this is not too much of a downer. Just don't want anyone else getting hurt.
We WILL be going back to NO. We love the people, the attitude, the food, the diversity, the charm...everything. Sometimes crap happens. You deal with it.