New Orleans is a fun place to have a bachelorette party! The city definitely has that “I don’t give a f***” attitude. We took advantage of the numerous bars, live music, and good old cajun restaurants. This is a strange city. I’m not sure why Austin gets the tagline “keep Austin weird” because I think New Orleans’ weird factor is astronomical. Either way though, it’s super fun and you don’t really need to have a plan before you go. Just walk outside and you’ll stumble upon fun.
Hotel: We stayed at Harrah’s it was far enough from the chaos of Bourbon Street (a 15-20 minute walk) and close enough to delicious restaurants. The rooms and bathrooms were big, always necessary for a bachelorette party. The casino was actually quite large and seemed to wrap around endlessly. I put in $20 into the slots while I waited for everyone to arrive and walked out nearly $300 richer. Safe to say, I like this place 🙂
Must Try Drinks: There are a few drinks you must have in New Orleans. Brace yourself for the high state of intoxication these induce and the headache to follow. Drink plenty of water since these are ridiculously sweet.
- Hand Grenade – a melon like drink served in a grenade shaped cup served at Tropical Isle
- Hurricane – Pat O’Briens made these famous. I’m not a fan since they taste like medicine… but when in NOLA you can’t leave without one
- Jester – This frozen drink also packs a mean punch. I’d liken it to Miami’s Call a Cab at Wet Willie’s.
Bourbon Street: Over the course of 4 days, we checked out most of Bourbon’s streets bars. They all blur into one another but these ones were noteworthy enough to remember the name.
- The Beach – This was my favorite bar on Bourbon. It’s on one end of the strip. I liked this bar because it was quiet enough in the front to have a conversation. Then the back had quite the club scene with fabulous music and a huge stage flocked with other bachelorettes.
- The Swamp – We ended up here one night. The crowd wasn’t really my scene but the music was great and the VJs were highly entertaining. Avoid the bathrooms here. They’re worse than Port Authority by a landslide.
- Bourbon Cowboy – Go here to ride the bull.
Restaurant: We went out to eat quite a bit this bachelorette party.
- Emeril’s – this was close to our hotel. There was a lot of fish on the menu and cajun/creole food. I ended up sharing the truffle fried chicken with my cousin. It came with 4 sides and literally a whole chicken for $60. Too bad I was too full for dessert because the menu made me salivate.
- GW Fins – So cute, they printed out a custom menu for the table with the bride’s name and date. The menu changes daily, so you never know what you’re going to get. They served mainly seafood. Everyone seemed to love their dishes. I had the potato gnocchi with grilled chicken.
Other Stuff to Do:
We also went on a swamp tour. We’re probably the only bachelorette party in history to arrive to this thing without a cooler of booze. What on earth were we thinking? I think that would have made it way more fun because touring through dirty water with alligators just isn’t my thing. However, the driver was entertaining and I learned a little.
We also checked out the Real Drag Queens of New Orleans. We went to a day show so we were in the front venue area. It was just funny and some of the ladies truly looked like the celebrties they were impersonating. And damn do those ladies have sass and confidence. I could take a tip or two from them.
You must go to Frenchmen Street to listen to live jazz. Just a warning, don’t try to walk around from bar to bar with drinks in hand. It doesn’t fly on Frenchman Street. I’m so pissed at myself because for the life of me I can’t remember what bar we ended up or the name of the band that played. They weren’t a jazz band, but they were ridiculously talented and all I could think was… I need this group at my wedding someday.
As my parting NOLA story, I will tell you how my mouth got me into trouble. We were all donned in our matching bachelorette t-shrits. A couple of guys came up, they were friendly. They asked if we went to the strip clubs. My response – “no, we heard the men were nasty.” Their response, “well do you think I’m nasty, because I’m a stripper…” #embarassing
PS – we still didn’t go to the strip club 🙂