Two blindfolds, One table full of mystery, and Zero clue what we were eating. This wasn’t just any dinner date—it was a full sensory plunge. Dining blindfolded was a thrill!

I crossed it when I ordered a cup of kopi luwak, better known (unfortunately) as cat-poo-cino, I liked to call it CRAP-achino.

Trying frog legs and gator was just the beginning. Between boating in the swap, to feeding wild raccoons, and exploring haunted hotels New Orleans created the stories I got to bring home and remember forever.