Allison’s shotgun house wasn’t quite all it was cracked up to be. Roads throughout the neighborhood were unruly and near impossible to drive on. Although the listing said breakfast and small snacks would be provided, that wasn’t the case. Expired cartons of egg whites, half-empty bags of coffee beans, and a plethora of random condiments scattered throughout the fridge hardly suffice for breakfast. The small, unkept back yard was hardly enough room for our dog to roam, and mud caked the entire front drive where we parked our car. While decently clean, the house did not appear as advertised and was ultimately a let down. All of these concerns would have been addressed with Allison directly if she had appeared at any time during our stay. Despite seeing cars come and go and lights turned on next door, we weren’t afforded the opportunity to meet her and only interacted with her dog once. Nola is always a fun time, but our stay at Allison’s shotgun house was a letdown of this visit.