Rates & Dates

The year’s friendliest rates.

Labor Day weekend, the Quarter at full volume.

The Dome wakes up; the heat finally blinks.

The heat breaks; the pool still says summer.

Brass and brisket, ten minutes up the road.

A quiet one, the city mostly to yourselves.

The costumes come out a week early.

Frenchmen on Halloween is the show. You live down the road.

Sweater weather, fried shrimp, football on.

Gumbo season, officially.

Thanksgiving for thirty, then the battle of the bands.

Gas lanterns, garlands, the hot tub earning its keep.

Lights in the oaks, Réveillon on the table.

The city at its most golden.

The river fireworks are practically a house amenity.

Twelfth Night just past, the season starts.

Chewbacchus weekend: the full taste of Carnival New Orleans, at January rates. The insider pick.

Krewe du Vieux weekend: Carnival’s sharpest satire, walking distance, at January rates.

The season's secret: real parades, no crowds yet.

The big show, the whole city out.

The city exhales; the rates do too.

Oysters at their best, reservations at their easiest.

Cabbage from a float, bring a bag.

Barbecue for a cause; suits on Super Sunday.

Literary New Orleans, at full Stella, and bonnets on the avenue Sunday.

Spring at full tilt, the city to yourselves.

The Quarter becomes one long free festival.

Between festivals, the boil weekend.

Jazz Fest, weekend one. Plan the naps.

Weekend two, and the best club bookings of the year.

Bring the mothers; the boil pot's still on.

Festival season's neighborhood encore.

The last soft weekend before summer.

The pool earns its keep by nine a.m.

Summer rates, full pool, easy tables.

Fireworks over the river, practically the backyard.