On the first Friday in November, a small group of my fellow Jazzercisers got together for a festive lunch. We went to Jack Rose in the Pontchartrain Hotel, on an absolutely beautiful day.
Their weekend special is bottomless Veuve Clicquot champagne, and everyone but me took full advantage of it. I preferred sipping on a fancy gin drink that arrived in its own little teapot.
Veuve’s presence was obvious all around the hotel: centerpieces, flowers, balloons, free swag, and even a party trolley parked out front for photo ops. We of course took full advantage. Our waiter John even got in on some of our fun.
We ordered a bunch of appetizers to split. The grilled octopus, fried squash blossoms, and the cracked potatoes were my favorites, but the steak tartare was good as well. We also indulged in the s’mores chocolate pie and the blueberry bread pudding, which were both delicious. Everyone went home with their own {plastic} Veuve glass, and Shannan and I both scored Veuve hats.
When we were done eating, we decided we weren’t yet ready to head home, so instead we went up to the rooftop bar, Hot Tin. I just love that spot in the city. Can’t beat the views.
Such a gorgeous day, and a wonderful time with these ladies!
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What a great afternoon. Two of my favorite things: Veuve Cliquot and rooftop views of the city. Still missing New Orleans as we settle into the French version of joie de vivre. (Which isn't too shabby...)
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