A few weekends ago I found myself in New Orleans with some time to kill. I saw an ad for a Jerk Chicken Jamaican Heritage festival and thought it sounded pretty cool!
We checked the map and the festival was less than a mile from the Superdome so we decided to walk there. We ended up strolling through a homeless camp and past a few places that looked to be on the rough side. Decided that we would take an Uber when we wanted to leave.
The festival was being held at Central City BBQ and I was excited to see the place.
There were some MASSIVE bbq pits in the back but no indication that they are ever used. The pits were covered in dust and there wasn’t a single piece of wood to be seen.
The festival itself was frustrating at first but made sense in the end.
In addition to being hard to get to the festival was expensive with an entry fee of $25 per person. Once you bought your ticket you got to enter the festival where there was a typical reggae band playing and about 30 vendors selling typical festival trinkets.
The food was also expensive and the jerk chicken plate I had was uninspiring and definitely not worth a picture.
When I first envisioned the festival I imagined folks grilling over open metal drums and being able to visit with them and maybe talk a little shop. Nope.
The highlight of the festival was the cool motorcycle that was parked outside the gate. There was some seriously cool customization and detail on the bike…every time I looked at it I saw cool stuff that I had missed before.
In the end the festival made sense when my daughter pointed out that it was exactly like our family vacation to Jamaica a few years ago. Hard to get to, over priced, limited services and full of people whose only goal in life was to get our money.
Yep, they nailed it!!