This is not the den of iniquity you are looking for.
This is not the den of iniquity I'm looking for...
operated by the Tavern's owner, Jean-Luc Charboneau,
You can't get more French than that!
Instead of us waiting for what Fran now refers to as "the bunny bus" (Easier than saying "hop on hop off" she says),
I like it.
I believe this house’s sign states that it is from 1810.
1857
They were growing their own vegetables out in the yard.
That's a good sign. Means they care at least a little.
We got an almost private tour (halfway through another person joined in).
The nerve of that person, horning in on your private tour!
The first part of the batch was essentially poison and only good for cleaning tools and other abrasive tasks.
Gotta wonder what happened to the dude who tried it on that first batch.
Once the aging process was complete he needed to add water to make it just the right proof. 80 proof with only a .5 variance in either direction. Less than 80 and it would be considered a "rum liqueur" more than 80 and it's considered over proof.
Pretty precise.
This machine corks the bottle and this seals the cap on the top of the bottle.
So it's all done by hand. Nice.
The bottle shows the Mississippi River on its label.
Like that too. Nice design.
Then we were given a taste, maybe 1/5 of a shot, and the distillery tour was over.
Reminds me of our Beer tour. Neither Ruby or I drink it, so that glass lasted quite a while.
I'd pass on the rum probably. Maybe since it's such a small amount I'd try it... dunno.
We could complete the tour by heading up to the tavern gift shop (where you could purchase a bottle, we got two)
Guess you liked it, then.
We didn't actually go to the gift shop ourselves. As we were entering the tavern we ran into one of the gals who ran the shore excursions. She was "doing research" into the stops along the route. She really was working because she declined the offer from the bartender for a drink. But she was kind enough to climb the stairs and purchase the rum for us.
That was nice of her.
Then the Tavern would take all the purchases for the day from passengers and send them back to the boat on the last bus, all we had to do was pick them up at the gift shop onboard.
Convenient.
It was about 3PM by this point and I really needed a nap! For me to need a nap is really saying something!
You've been busy girls.
Beautiful shot.
the Main dining room was advertising a Caprese salad, and you all know how I like that!
I was sad to see that the Caprese salad I had hoped for was now a strawberry and mozzarella salad. Not what I really wanted.
Throw the cutlery! Smash the dishes!
For the starter, I had a Crawfish and Country Grits. I didn’t really care for the crawfish.
Too bad. I've always wanted to try them.
My cousin and I used to catch them.
Then we'd just dump them back in since we didn't know what to do with them.
It was very good, but on this meal I started to cut down a bit and was only eating about half of each portion. It really helped because I actually woke up hungry in the morning instead of full of indigestion.
Smart thinking.
For my Main I had the lamb medallions. I really wouldn't call them medallions, more like sliced leg of lamb.
Those are definitely not medallions.
It was good. Not monumentally so, but I didn't spit it out or anything.
Such high praise? "I didn't spit it out."
I didn’t pay much attention to the Navigators because we were not planning on doing the bunny bus the next day. We had an excursion in the afternoon and wanted to save our strength for that.
Sounds intriguing.
when the sun came up, I had this lovely view. I did mention that the river level was high?
Did you find that a little disconcerting?
We also pitied the poor sod who had to tie the boat up today.
"Short straw ties up the boat."
...
"But... the water's
cold!"
Again I woke up feeling like there was a giant cotton ball in my nose. However, now I also had one of those coughs that was gurgling in my chest. Fran was also feeling the stuff in her nose and was starting to cough as well.
Uh, oh... again.
Can you tell whose plates are whose?
I will graciously refrain from answering.
The washer that was supposed to be all done now had 20 minutes on it still!
I wonder if someone stopped it to take out/put in more?
There weren't many outlets in our room. In fact, there was only one in the room and one in the bathroom.
I get it. But in this day where everyone's got a phone (or whatever) that makes it a bit tough.
Then we got a brilliant idea to make mini sandwiches out of the rolls and corned beef on the buffet.
I think this was one of the ones where I walked her
scooter over the hump and let her get back on once it was settled.
I get it this time. It really does look a little insurmountable for a scooter.