When the Saints Go Marching In

If you make it to New Orleans, the best place to eat is this little kitchen on Dauphine Street. Its sometimes standing room only, but you know that the food is great by the happy noises that emanate to the street. You also have to know someone to get in (or know someone who knows someone). If you're lucky enough to get in, you'll enjoy gumbo, a cocktail, or some other delicious meal made with all possible calories (don't look for anything low fat). My Aunt runs this kitchen (now famous in the Marigny), and my family and some select friends have had the privilege to eat there many times. The lucky ones are invited to watch a football game on the large screen TV, and the most privileged of all are the ones who go to a Saints Football game with my Aunt. She's been a season ticket holder for over 20 years. So, when the Saints announced that they were playing the San Diego Chargers in London, my Aunt and some friends bought their tickets.

Tim, O, and I trekked into London yesterday to meet up with the Saints fans, donned Saints gear ourselves, and set out into the city yelling, "Who Dat!" to anyone wearing Saints or Chargers apparel.  We came across all sorts of Londoners who wished us and our team well, and we danced to the buskers playing "When the Saints Go Marching In."  The highlight of the day was our hour long private ride on the London Eye. We enjoyed wine and canapes as we took two revolutions on the Eye, courtesy of my Aunt's good friend Ross. Thanks Ross!! We had a fabulous time chatting, eating, and drinking while we took in the beautiful sights. It was a once in a lifetime opportunity!

Ollie as the littlest Saints fan, had a great time running around the cabin, watching the trains, boats, birds, little people and cars.  Who knew you could see so much from one place!

Family pic in our Saints gear

Todd and Aunt Booga

All of us on the Eye