New Orleans Hospitality

Let’s use our new SEO generation widget to see how I do generating—Search Engine Optimization.  Today’s keywords: New Orleans Hospitality.

A view or our dining room.

If you’ve read the old edition of our blog or if you’ve only read the last installment, I always say there is Southern Hospitality and there is something extra, a cut above.  There is New Orleans Hospitality.  Why am I capitalizing all these words?  No real reason.  They seem important.

The difference between New Orleans Hospitality and the usual Southern kind is that New Orleans Hospitality is friendlier and more relaxed.  I know that may strike some of our northern readers as hard to fathom, but it’s true.  Southern Hospitality is formal.  New Orleans Hospitality is casual.

People ask us if they should pack a suit and tie to dine at fancy restaurants in New Orleans.  When I first moved here, I wore bespoke three-piece suites (I had a different job then).  It soon became apparent that I had wasted a lot of money on tailoring and ties.  People dress up here, but it’s a different kind of dressing up.  It’s more like wearing a costume.  Every day at work is casual Friday and, even if the Saints aren’t playing, wearing a Saints jersey is always appropriate attire.

Before I was an innkeeper, I used to work in an office in New Orleans.  It soon occurred to me that I could show up to work in my pajamas and no one would notice.  [Editor’s note: WordPress dislikes the spelling ‘pyjamas.’]  I never wore my pyjamas to work but I did stop dressing to impress.  In New Orleans, there is no one to impress.  Come as you are.  There is no need to put on airs.

That’s one thing.

Another thing is that, in New Orleans, everybody calls you Baby.  I’ve gotten so used to it that it startles me when someone calls me Sir.  I prefer Sir, but I’ve become accustomed to being called Baby.  Examples: Here’s your coffee, Baby.  Have a nice day now, Baby.  Your loan has been approved, Baby.  You get the idea.

If you choose to stay at La Belle Esplanade, I’m not gonna call you Baby.  You have my guarantee on that.  As hosts, Frau Schmitt and I are here to make you feel comfortable.  It takes awhile to be comfortable being called Baby during any and every social interaction.  Even my mother doesn’t call me Baby, at least not for as long as I can remember.  In New Orleans, it just comes with the territory.  It’s part of New Orleans Hospitality.

Well, I can go on about this all day, but I’m already 337 words above what the SEO widget tells me I should be sharing with you.  Always leave ’em wanting more, I always say.  So does the SEO widget, apparently.  I’m just playing around with the layout here and getting my feet wet before we really hit our usual stride.  How am I enjoying using a new blog platform?  Let’s say that love is too strong a word and leave it at that.

Should we end with a video?  Of course we should.  I should have posted a bit of soundtrack earlier but I didn’t.  Here’s for making up for lost time, Baby:

Satchmo and Danny Kaye performing one of my favorite versions of When the Saints Go Marching In.  If you want to hear another favorite version of mine, visit Maison Bourbon, in the French Quarter.   You can go to Preservation Hall, too, but I don’t like to stand when I’m listening to jazz.  I like to relax.  That’s what New Orleans Hospitality is all about.

If you are thinking about visiting New Orleans and you want to experience the real deal, you can always stay with us if we have the room.  We only have five suites and we tend to fill up early.

À votre santé,

La Belle Esplanade

where every morning is a curated breakfast salon.

June 17, 2016, a sunny day without a care in the world.