Under dressed but well fed

A few hours after our Razzle-Dazzle experience it was time to stop and get some blood flowing through our legs. We stopped in a charming little town called Fredericksburg, Texas. The Main Street was lined with adorable shops, enticing you to enter and have a look around. What a shame we had to get to 

New Orleans by night fall, we would have loved to spend the night and enjoy the  town a bit more.

Once we were back on the road we spotted a guy atop a tricked out tall bicycle riding along and jamming out to the tunes of his boom box that he had strapped to the frame. This was the sort of random road side attraction deserving of a picture. Despite the somewhat fast paced traffic, Jon pulled his car to a crawl so we could capture the moment. With cars honking behind us, Jon handed me his iPhone and said, "Don't mess this up!". Yowza, talk about pressure...but I got the shot and we got back on our way.

As we neared Baton Rouge it was time to stop again and get some dinner since we were still an hour or so out from New Orleans. Some quick online research showed a few options right off the highway. A place called Le Creole had wonderful reviews and a very interesting menu. Jon took one look at the picture on the home page of the web site and said, " it looks fancy!".  My logic was, how fancy can a place be that offers a daily $9.99 lunch special. 

So we pulled off at the exit and navigated to Le Creole. Once in the door we were greeted by a hostess wearing a little black dress and then we were shown to our table by a gentleman wearing a suit.  As soon as we sat down Jon said, "we are so under dressed!". My logic was, they could have turned us away at the door if they didn't like our appearance...just go with it. For those of you wanting a mental picture...Jon was wearing jeans and a cotton t-shirt and I was wearing a tank top with jeans...and I am pretty certain we both had on sneakers of some sort.

As we looked over the menu, our waitress came over to tell us about the specials and some of their notable dishes. We needed more time to decide, so we placed our drink order and our waitress went off to retrieve them for us.

As we sat there trying to figure out what to order, we both commented on how cold it was in the restaurant.  We took a quick look around to find the male patrons wearing suit jackets and the female patrons wearing a dress with some sort of sweater or jacket. I guess none of them were effected by the cold temperature because they were so OVER dressed. In an effort to level the playing field and warm up a bit, Jon went out to the car and grabbed a jumper for himself and a cardigan for me. 

The meal at Le Creole was spectacular, proving that you can be undressed dressed but well fed. We paid our bill, got back into the car, turned on our seat warmers and made our way to New Orleans.