There was, of course, a dark side to this delicious treat. CalorieCount.com gives a "C-" grade to the burrito that apparently features 60% of your daily allotment of saturated fat. And it looks like this:
Raaawwwwwwwrrrr!
Sadly, the Frito Burrito was to be short lived. It went away my junior year in college along with my dignity, waistline and most of my liver. Little did I know it was just lying dormant and in disguise at another beloved fast-food calorie trough.
A few years ago, Sonic started serving the "Chili Cheese Wrap" which was the exact same thing, minus the onions. Since I always picked the onions off anyway, this was a new and improved version of the burrito that was sadly only served at a restaurant that often teased me with commercials, but sadly the nearest location was about 200 miles away. This might help explain why when Krishni and I arrived in New Orleans, we dined at Sonic three times and I ate three damn Chili Cheese Wraps. Wooooooooo! Calories!
But our trip to Louisiana wasn't all stops at fastfood joints. No, we did lots of other stuff too. After our first two nights in New Orleans, Krishni and I drove 240 miles to Deridder, LA, to stay with her Father and Step-Mother.
Frighteningly close to dirty, dirty Texas
For the man who quite literally has everything
In the back yard, Jay--her Father--has planted what will eventually be a pretty amazing orchard. He planted a few different kind of apple trees, a tangelo tree, a tangerine tree, a satellite peach tree...pretty much everything but a Frito Burrito tree. But my, wouldn't that be fun? It's a fantastic home made warm by the people within.
From Deridder, we roamed back to New Orleans and Krishni and I spent the night in a haunted hotel...woogetty boogetty!
"Your keys for your soul, sir."
Actually, the Dauphine Orleans Hotel is awfully swanky and normal looking:
But it allegedly houses three ghosts. You see, back in the Civil War, before the fall of New Orleans to the bloody Yankees, the hotel was a Confederate brothel. As the Hotel's website states: "Haunted by Civil War soldiers and their well dressed ladies of the evening in the bar, May Bailey's, the hotel was once a bordello. It is said that at night, the spirit of the woman rearranges the bottles in the bar, as the soldier wanders through the courtyard." Also, "The beds are said to bounce and shake in the early hours of the morning and late in the afternoon" and people speak of the "sounds of ghostly moans in the rooms". Brothel. Moaning ghosts. Beds shaking. Get it?
Krishni claims she won the wife of the year contest because not only did she bring me to a hotel populated by ghosts, but she brought me to a hotel populated by "prostitute ghosts". She still doesn't get it...she had wife of the year wrapped up the second we got married.
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Our last night in New Orleans was a "hoot". That's what old people say, right? "A hoot"? The terminology is important because of our activity of choice that evening: The Obituary Crawl.
The final Friday we were in town, we stayed with Ruth Ann, Krishni's cousin who also stood up for Krishni at our wedding. If you were present at the wedding, you may remember her because you either loved her or hated her. Seriously, there was no middle ground. Anyhoo, Ruth Ann--or RAM for short--just moved into a new place in the Quarter. Her millionaire, eccentric, spinster of a landlord sent RAM an email inviting us to come along with this little club to which she was a member. The club is called "Obituary Cocktail" and "meetings" are held a secret location each week. That secret location is a fancy name for a "bar" that is changed from week to week. The Friday we happened to tag along, the event was to be a pub crawl through the French Quarter. Sweet!
When we strolled up to--again--Tony Seville's Pirate's Alley Cafe, I have to admit I was not prepared for the clientele of this organization. Milling around the outside the bar, we found a hilarious group of rambunctious old people drinking absinthe and dressed to the nines with hilariously decorated parasols and feather boas...these septuagenarians were ready to par-tay! Seriously, check out the members photos from their website:
Woooooooooo!
Woooooooooooooooo!
Woooooooooooooooooooooooo!
Whatever. This group was awesome. They even hired a jazz band to lead our procession and crank out joyous little New Orleans-styled tunes as we danced our way through the streets from bar to bar. Check out this super-short but still riotously awesome video with RAM leading the way:
The crawl was a ridiculous amount of fun and it was simply the perfect way to end our trip to the Big Easy.
You know, since I didn't get to a Sonic the next day.
