"See, Frank? I told you New Orleans was a bad place to land!"
"Shut up, Dave. Shut up, and help me find a Cajun restaraunt."
Most people make the mistake of going to some trashy "Cajun" restaraunt. There is one restaraunt in the city that I can personally say was worth a try, though. It's called "Cafe du Monde," and it is good. You enter an open-air sitting area "inside," where white powdered sugar covers the floor. A man or woman comes and takes your order. They only make one non-beverage food item: beignets, and they make them well. These deep-fried donuts without holes are covered in delicious white sugar. To wash them down, you can get anything from cold white milk to hot chocolate. And it's about $5 per person for the whole ordeal.
Anyway, two more things about the Crescent City. The Superdome looks like one of those '50s sci fi movie flying saucers. Second, Bourbon Street is the grossest thing I've ever seen. It's nonstop drinking, crowds of revellers stumbling up and down the street, loud music blaring from dark bars and clubs, scattered policeman standing and watching, and pollution on the street and in the air. Everywhere you walk it reeks of alcohol and cigarette smoke.
Lastly, a pirate named Lafitte used to base in New Orleans. And pirates are stupid.