My first trip to New Orleans came on the Fourth of July weekend in 2025. For years and years, friends and strangers alike would ask if I had ever visited. Imagine their shocked reaction when I answered, “Never,” a response filled with shame from someone who travels for a living. That needed to be fixed.
The day we landed in The Big Easy, we started our trip as everyone does, at Café Du Monde for its mouth-watering beignets. It lived up to the hype, and you can’t convince me otherwise. After some shopping, we ended the first night at Jewel of the South, which recently ranked No. 6 on North America’s 50 Best Bars for 2026. I had a long to-do list for this trip, including a visit to Preservation Hall, where this longtime trombonist was treated to an hour-long performance of A Tuba to Cuba. Our itinerary eventually led us down Bourbon Street, where we enjoyed a handful of Hurricane cocktails and a slew of dark beers at Old Absinthe House. We also visited The Carousel Bar & Lounge inside Hotel Monteleone, where Pimm’s Cups overflowed at our table, and the house jazz band started an impromptu parade between its members and buzzed patrons.