Go Wish New Orleans a Happy 300th Birthday
In 1718, tobacco agent Jean-Baptiste Le Moyne de Bienville sited the capital of New France’s vast Louisiana territory on a mosquito-ridden riverbank. The area’s Natchez, Houma, and Choctaw probably wondered why the swampland was chosen for a city. Sure enough, the fledgling town flooded a year later. That set the tone for New Orleans’s first century, which saw devastating hurricanes, yellow fever, two major fires, 40 years under the control of Spain, and a brief return to France to feed Napoleon’s thirst for empire (until he sold the whole shebang to the US). Ultimately, the soggy bowl in which Bienville invested France’s tobacco dreams proved better for sugarcane and rice (possibly introduced by Senegalese farmers brought as slaves). Home to both a major slave market and an ever-growing number of free people of color, the city and ring of swamps became an easy place to disappear for a few days.
New Orleans’s second and third centuries brought new waves of (mostly willing) residents from around the world: especially Germans, Italians, and, later, thousands of Vietnamese refugees settled by the Catholic Church in New Orleans East. (Today the 35-year-old Dong Phuong bakery makes one of the city’s best versions of a king cake—a traditional Mardi Gras treat.)
In 2005, Hurricane Katrina and the failure of the city’s pump stations and levees remade the city yet again. Now, as residents reclaim the cityscape, they're adapting, reinventing, and honoring traditions in food, music, dance, and celebration. Few places in America can claim a tricentennial, but then, New Orleans was never, ever like anyplace else to begin with. Go now, and take it easy; you’ve got 300 years of history to explore.
Start with the sandwiches. You—the smart traveler—head to the French Quarter (or Vieux Carré, the first platted part of the city) not for bar-lined Bourbon Street with its squealing bachelorette parties and college bar crawls. You don’t even go for the powdered-sugar beignet factory Café du Monde or classic restaurants like the jackets-required Galatoire’s 33. No—you make a beeline for Central Grocery’s original muffuletta (the recipe dates to 1906), a salty wedge of ciabatta packed with salami, cheese, mortadella, and chunky stuffed green olives. Nightime munchies? Nearby Verti Marte slings its All that Jazz sandwich—with turkey, shrimp, ’shrooms, and the mysterious mayo-based “Wow” sauce—24 hours a day.
Look just outside the Quarter for more fist-sized delights. At Dooky Chase’s in Tremé, gawk at both 95-year-old Leah Chase’s airy fried chicken and the sweet entryway portraits of her buddy Barack Obama. In the Central Business District, Drago’s at the Hilton fires up oysters slathered in a mix of butter and closely guarded state secrets.
The city’s official tricentennial celebration kicks in big time in April, with the French Quarter Festival (April 12–15) and the New Orleans Jazz and Heritage Festival (April 27–May 6) both bringing the noise. The Jazz Fest isn’t just jazz: there’s also Aerosmith, David Byrne, and bounce artist (and NOLA native) Big Freedia. Or you can work up an appetite for that next great meal on the Lafitte Greenway, a 2.6-mile post-Katrina linear park whose mod rainbow playgrounds and canal and pump system peekaboos stretch from Tremé to Mid-City. Fuel up first at comfy Backatown Coffee; end with a po’boy feast at the century-old Parkway Bakery and Tavern. Ferry across the Mississippi and stroll Algiers Point’s new levee path. Refresh at the Old Point Bar, plastered with photos of celebrities like Ray Liotta, who looks like he’d had a few.
On a budget? Claim a local-artisan-hewn bunk at the year-old Quisby (beds from $30), a hip hostel near the National World War II Museum (and to-be-renamed Lee Circle) with a 24-hour lobby bar, en-suite bathrooms, and staff ready to recommend local treats like Colombian fare and sangria at Maïs Arepas. For a grander Garden District feel, the circa-1867 Henry Howard Hotel (from $359) is just a few stops on the St. Charles streetcar from downtown. Or, take the Canal streetcar to the newly renovated, marble-lined Jung Hotel (from $149), whose 200-plus sleek white rooms opened quietly this past winter.
NoLa, PDX Style
Miss the 503 while you’re in the 504? A traveler could just re-create Portland on the Mississippi: The French Quarter’s Spitfire Coffee is a ringer for PDX’s own Courier, right down to the canelés. The St. Roch Market food hall, open since 2015, is a brighter, roomier Pine Street Market in a 143-year-old building. And in 2016, the Wayward Owl achieved a McMenamins-style repurposing when it set up shop in a 1940s-era Gem cinema to make its dunkels and Cascadian dark ales. Also opened in 2016, the Pearl-esque Warehouse District’s Ace Hotel New Orleans (rooms from $199) offers all the charms of home (couch-lined lobby, photo booth, and Stumptown Coffee) plus a rooftop pool and bar.
Get there: April one-stop round trips from PDX to Louis Armstrong International start around $330 on Southwest and United.
Do: Carry cash. Many NOLA businesses don’t take cards. Plus, you’ll need small bills to drop in the hats of street buskers—or to give to wagon-pulling drink vendors if you join a second line parade (find info at wwoz.org).
Don’t: Ask everyone about Katrina. Who wants to relive a harrowing, life-altering event for a tourist’s benefit?