Ok rillaboratories, seems like a strange request to be able to give someone a free RBTA but here goes...
So it was Mardi Gras 1996, I'd got separated from by crew and was roaming the french quarter alone. After casually taking a leak on a NOPD paddy wagon I stumbled over to Pat Obrien's, bellied up to the bar and ordered a Heineken. No clue why, I hate that beer now and hated it back then as well. The cute blond sitting next to me didn't like my drink choice and ordered me a pitcher sized hurricane. I can only assume was delicious. We joked and laughed all night long. It wasn't till we were walking out of the place that I noticed she was about 3' 11" tall. The rest of the night was a blur. I woke up around 1pm in the garden district and she made me the best hash browns I've ever had for lunch.
Still regret never having got her recipe. C'est la vie
Ok rillaboratories, seems like a strange request to be able to give someone a free RBTA but here goes...
So it was Mardi Gras 1996, I'd got separated from by crew and was roaming the french quarter alone. After casually taking a leak on a NOPD paddy wagon I stumbled over to Pat Obrien's, bellied up to the bar and ordered a Heineken. No clue why, I hate that beer now and hated it back then as well. The cute blond sitting next to me didn't like my drink choice and ordered me a pitcher sized hurricane. I can only assume was delicious. We joked and laughed all night long. It wasn't till we were walking out of the place that I noticed she was about 3' 11" tall. The rest of the night was a blur. I woke up around 1pm in the garden district and she made me the best hash browns I've ever had for lunch.
Still regret never having got her recipe. C'est la vie