I'm greatly enjoying my time at Tales of the Cocktail so far. Hotter than the hobs of Hades, as my friend Tizzie puts it, but it certainly feels goshdarned civilized to stroll down the sidewalk with a St. Germain cocktail clutched in one's paw. (The impending Tropical Storm Bonnie should at least dump some rain here. I think I'll stay inside the Hotel Monteleone, only leaving for medicinal Powerade refills and fried-oyster po'boys. We journalists suffer, I tell you.)
I've had excellent food at Green Goddess and the Acme Oyster House and Nola and the Old Coffee Pot so far. But how were the cocktails? My God, this place is amazing. Yesterday I had to pause and realize
that I had to slow down and pace myself, because I was
reaching the point where I had to pay attention to my consumption
of free drinks or else lose my effectiveness for the day. It was
10am.
Thank goodness there is coffee available -- you just have to remember that spiking said coffee with Kahlua Especial is going to have an effect. But chalk up any sightings of green monkeys and man-sized celery stalks to the booze industry's promo folks, and not what's nestled in your tasting glass. (I'm proud of that link, by the way: my first CNN.com byline.)
More soon.