The air was so thick you could imagine slicing through it as if it was a block of cheese. I’m not unaccustomed to humidity; I’m from South Carolina, but New Orleans is another animal entirely.

As I meandered down the side streets of the city I was struck by the balance of Old World grime and New World vibrancy. It’s a city with a culture all its own that somehow emerged in the Deep South. I’ve been here on numerous occasions and each time I’m lured back by the spirit of a people that no matter what, will always call New Orleans home.

It’s not a particularly healthy place. Eating vegan is next to impossible and even a vegetarian diet is difficult. But there are some highlights.

Surrey’s Cafe and Juice Bar is one of them. Like many New Orleans establishments, expect to pay in cash and expect to wait. Central American inspired dishes such as Huevos Rancheros and Migas as well as the Tofu Breakfast Platter make it worth the wait. Try the fresh-squeezed, organic juices and shots of wheatgrass or make your own special combination of orange, grapefruit, apple, carrot, beet, or other seasonal choices.

Another New Orleanian favorite is the stuffed artichoke with parmesan, bread crumbs, and olive oil.

The music always boasts an upbeat, island spirit at Cafe Negril. The walls are blanketed with Bob Marley’s image and the music is constantly paying homage to his style. After you work up a sweat and an appetite dancing, try their Veggie Gordita. It’s likely the best thing I had in New Orleans, a full $6 of vegetarian bliss.

And after dancing the night away, exploring the gastronomical culture, and exploring the neighborhoods, fall asleep in a comfy bed at Royal Street Inn. Oh New Orleans, how I love thee.

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