For their honeymoon in 1964, my parents went to New Orleans.
For lunch one day, they decided to eat at the Court of Three Sisters, an extraordinarily swanky restaurant second only to the Commander's Palace.
Back in the day, the Sisters wouldn't allow any woman in pants to enter, so my mother took off her pants right there in the street outside the restaurant. Good thing she was wearing a slightly long shirt.
(Now y'all know where I get my chutzpah and my legs from.)
One of my New Orleans favorites, although there are only two sisters. ;-)