As most of you know I’m from New Orleans, Louisiana. One of the single greatest cities in existence…I’m not even exaggerating here.
If you didn’t know I was from NOLA well, now you do. Even though I can’t imagine why you wouldn’t know because I mention it a lot. Like a profuse amount actually…ANYWAYS.
What spurned this post is that I’m currently finishing up an internship in Orlando and each intern is from a different state-California, Nebraska, Michigan, Mississippi,and Illinois-and having to live with others from different places always gives light to distinct differences between different region-dwellers. These differences can be any thing from food tastes to accents to slang. Since I’m from NOLA there are very specific things I do that people from other places don’t do/understand. Some of these things are characteristic of most metro-city dwellers while others are VERY specific to NOLA-hood.
Here are a few:
Get super bougie when anything is dubbed New Orleans-style
I think this one speaks for itself. For some reason people like to claim that food is New Orleans-style when it’s not. No one from New Orleans made it, the seasoning isn’t from New Orleans, and the food tastes nothing like any thing in New Orleans.
THROWING CAYENNE PEPPER ON SOMETHING DOES NOT MAKE IT NOLA STYLE!!!!
Sorry I snapped a bit, but I’m back. Anyways, whenever something is supposed to taste like it’s from New Orleans I automatically raise my expectations and get my criticizing cap ready to judge this food as if I were the only female, Japanese Iron Chef in the Ultimate Iron Chef competition.
Think throwing my hands up and doing second line style dancing is appropriate for every song.
I’m not an expert second liner (see video below) but I do know what to do when I hear a brass band playing. I’m pretty sure every New Orleanian knows at least how to wave their handkerchief on beat when they hear Mardi Gras Mambo or Do What You Wanna. Being in that environment all my life has made me prone to surface-level second lining whoever I hear anything that has real instruments in it. SOmetimes it happens without me realizing it. I’ve even seen people second line and buck-jump to gospel music. There is literally a guy in my church who buck jumps whenever the choir sings a song he likes. He sits on the end of the pew intentionally so that he has enough to dance whenever he feels so led.
So yeah, we dance a lot in NOLA.
Jaywalk whenever crossing any street
My mom and I were visiting my school in DC and we were waiting for the blinkie cross0walk signal to let us know we could walk. As I am patiently waiting for the guy to say I could go my mom steps off the curb, looks both ways to see if any cars are coming and heads on cross the street even thought the blinkie definitely said we shouldn’t be walking. I hurried across the street to tell her she wasn’t supposed to cross in middle of the road and that she should wait until the sign says we should go, to which she replied, “but there were no cars coming”. And that was that.
In NoLA people just kinda get it how they live when it comes to crossing the street. If there are no cars coming you just kinda hop out there and get across how you can…which works for us…too bad it’s actually illegal in other cities. There was a conference I was attending in NOLA and people from across the nation came to stay in the city for about four days for the conference. One time me and some of my fellow New Orleanians decided to take some of the non-natives to eat with us and the place was within walking distance of the hotel. So as we natives ran across the street in order to get to the place as quickly as possible, the visitors ran behind us with this looks of shock/utter confusion because we weren’t waiting for the signals and lights to tell us we could go.
Have no idea where people should go eat when they’re visiting New Orleans
Someone called me yesterday, YESTERDAY, to ask where they should eat and I had no idea where to tell them. I had to google search, hang up, call my mom, ask her, wait for her to come up with something, and then call the person back with an answer.
It was kinda retarded actually.
I’m sure you’re thinking, Bri how could not know where the best place to eat at in YOUR OWN CITY is?
The answer is quite simple. My mom cooks. Very well. So I have no reason to PAY for authentic New Orleans. When I don’t feel like eating at home I’m at some hole-in-the-wall getting my food from Ray ray and ’em.
That’s just how it is. I never know where to send people for authentic New Orleans food because my mom makes all the authentic food I will ever need.
Well that’s all folks!
For all my fellow NOLA-birds anything else that you noticed you do as a result of your New Orleans upbringing? For my non New Orleanians, anything that you do as a result of your specific upbringing? I’d love to hear it!
-@kewl_briize, aka Brini-Weenie, aka Bri
“You see, at just the right time, when we were still powerless, Christ died for the ungodly.”- Romans 5:6