Refreshed from the copious amount of sleep the previous day, we headed out to Surrey's Juice bar on Magazine Street for some breakfast/brunch (also recommended by Guy Fieri in Diners', Dives and Drive Ins for those of you who also watch Food Network none stop. Well, that might just be me...).
Magazine street is one of the best streets in NOLA - full of quirky little bars and restaurants,houses & mansions old French colonial style.
Surrey's was heaving when got there, with people queuing outside so we put our names on the waiting list and hoped for the best...our Amtrak train was departing at 13:45, so we had about an hour. Peeping other people's dishes through the window I was not going to give up on the Shrimps and Grits dish that had been highly recommended. After what seemed like a forever (everything does when you are starving, even boiling a bit of pasta!!) we sat down and ordered the before mentioned shrimps and Costa Rican breakfast platter for Mr A - brown rice, eggs, queso, avocado and salsa. As an extra, Mr A also ordered some NOLA sausage patties. Sooooo good!! This delight was washed down with freshly squeezed grapefruit juice and ice coffee.
Time was up so we rushed back to the hotel and jumped into a cab to the Amtrak train station. Our train was heading all the way to Chigago, but our stop was going to be Memphis, the birthplace of blues and rock n roll, as well as The King himself, Mr Elvis Presley.
The train ride was pretty long, 8h and it was complimented by a snoring chunky Moses on the seat next us, who kept raving on about how in New Orleans she had tried all the best chicken places on the phone to her mother. Then falling asleep again, snoring and speaking in her sleep -all she kept saying was "Lord have mercy" in a proper southern twang.
This definitely improved our train experience!
We arrived in Memphis around 22:30 and were ready to hit the hay. Beale Street would have to wait until Tuesday.
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