Abug and I got an opportunity to head to Monroe/West Monroe, Louisiana last Monday, and we took the opportunity. This is driving down I-49 through Arkansas just south of Fayetteville.
She is the best traveler. She just naps. When she’s not napping, she’s usually happy as a lark. I think out of the 14+ hours in a car (total both ways) we had one melt down.
My mom’s job has her traveling all over the country and world for that matter. She recently went to New Orleans and I asked her to take photos. I also asked if she’d be willing to do a guest post about restaurants… And boy did she ever. I’m going to turn it over to my beautiful momma today to talk about Muriel’s Jackson Square. Take it away!!
Lots of restaurants have a “hook” enticing patrons to dine with them rather than the competitor down the street. This hook may come in many forms: décor, menu, live music featured on the weekends or a combination of several. 
Last week while working in New Orleans, I had the pleasure of eating at Muriel’s Jackson Square.
They claim to be haunted!
Muriel’s history started with the original property owner, Pierre Antoine Lepardi Jourdan, purchasing the property in 1789, and subsequently building his “dream home”. Unfortunately, Mr. Jourdan had a gambling problem and one ill-fated night in 1814, lost his beloved residence due to a bad card hand during a poker game.
Vowing to never leave his home, he committed suicide on the second floor the night before he was to be evicted from the premises. Thus Pierre Antoine Lepardi Jourdan walks his home forever.
Waiters (or is the PC word servers?) at Muriel’s have the touch of fine dining captured….. as you are seated, they retrieve the fabric napkin which has been artfully folded at your place setting, and gently place it in your lap. It’s been so long since I’ve had this experience, I’d nearly forgotten how to react. For a split second, I was starting to wonder what the server was going for. Where I’m from anymore, linen napkins aren’t an option. You’re lucky to get a paper one that has been made of recycled paper products wrapped around your fork (forget getting a knife) with a self-stick paper band. Plus, if the menu mentions anything with the word B-B-Q sauce as a main ingredient, you might just find a roll of kitchen towels donning a wood dowel rod at the end of a picnic table. Guess I shouldn’t complain though; beats using a shirt sleeve or pants leg.