"Let's go out in the afternoon," I said. "If it starts pouring we can go back to the hotel. Or do whatever else we want."
"Okay," Elizabeth said.
So we walked around, popping into stores looking at artwork and used books, buying bottles of barbecue sauce and Hurricane mix, looking for a present for Elizabeth's younger sister. (We got her a mini voodoo doll.) Eventually I needed a drink. We stopped into a bar with three-for-one beers and a DJ screaming at people, even though there were only four paying customers. We found another bar once I finished my three beers, which in the heat only took about fifteen minutes. And then we went looking for another.
Walking down Bourbon we noticed, through the bar area of Rita's Tequilla House (a bar to which I have never been) a patio in the back. We decided to check it out.
The Tequila House menu was not surprising: nachos, fajitas, tacos, etc... Nothing really looked all that good, but I suggested a chicken quesadilla and Elizabeth agreed.
Now, let's put things in context. You do not need to seek out this quesadilla should you visit New Orleans. There is absolutely no need to dedicate a meal to Rita's. But should you find yourself on Bourbon Street and in need of a secluded patio and a bar snack, this is a great option. We were there for about 90 minutes and, out of all the bars we visited in the French Quarter, this may have been the most pleasant. Not my favorite by any means, but definitely the most relaxing.