badhatharry: MBooda: Only one thing bothering me. Oysters in July?

It's not really an issue anymore. You can eat them year round since they have refridgeration on the boats and trucks now. They are kept ice cold from the moment they are taken out of the water.

Disclaimer: There is still some risk. Don't eat them if you have certain health issues.

Dammit I want to go.....

Going to try and drive for this one. Unfortunately, doing final thesis and defense preparation from now until then so all depends if I get this finished. As a hockey farker, I will travel to Cat's Meow guaranteed.

downstairs: dickfreckle: downstairs: I'm one of those "never cross Canal" New Orlenians ;)

Yeah, I was one of those for almost a decade. Lived and worked in the lower Quarter. It felt like I needed a passport to cross Canal. I currently live in lower garden, which is funky and convenient.

I always found it strange when I first moved here. When I went to a bar and the bartender said he hadn't crossed Canal in years.

I have nothing against most of uptown (outside of the college-kid heavy areas)... but somehow in 6 years I find myself going no farther than Marigny from my Bywater house. Unless I gotta talk to my lawyer or whatever.

I guess in most neighborhoods... everyone finds they have everything they need*

*caveat... the Bywater *still* doesn't have a freaking grocery store since Katrina. Grrrrrr....

At least I live very near the bridge to Chalmette.

Well,now you have that bourgie food coop in Marigny at the "Healing Center". It's no Rouse's, though.

basemetal: Dammit I want to go.....

Yea, pretty much this....
/Stars just aren't aligned right now for me.

I thought you had me on the list, but I guess you don't...add me, please.
Can't make this one, but we'll see what's going on next time I'm in town (early December).

I think for those of us on the eastern party of the gulf, a party may be planned for Pensacola in September or October.

Sargun: I can't believe I have to wait until 2014 to be 21.

:/

I've never known a 19 year old who couldn't get into any bar down here. Unless they were acting like a bratty 19 year old.

Maybe things are stricter uptown because of the college scene?

coco ebert: Well,now you have that bourgie food coop in Marigny at the "Healing Center". It's no Rouse's, though.

Don't get me started. I actually like the whole thing dispite most of the hippie crap that goes on there... but the prices are just insane. Makes Whole Foods seem like a Dollar General.

But they have a captive audience. Sometimes you don't want to drive more than a few blocks to make groceries.

bigpete53: downstairs: Sargun: I can't believe I have to wait until 2014 to be 21.

:/

I've never known a 19 year old who couldn't get into any bar down here. Unless they were acting like a bratty 19 year old.

Maybe things are stricter uptown because of the college scene?

They check IDs after 8 or so to get in the door. It's an 18+ place, though, I think.

Gotcha. They don't really do that on the other side of Canal. At least not Bywater/Marigny.

bigpete53: downstairs: Gotcha. They don't really do that on the other side of Canal. At least not Bywater/Marigny.

The cops aren't afraid to patrol uptown.

You guys have cops up there? How novel! I think they're considering giving us cops down here in Bywater, not sure though.

;)

bigpete53: MBooda: bigpete53: MBooda: But I'm known to drive into town now and then.

Please do. I'll contribute to your revelry in the form of a beer.

Excellent. Does CB serve anything from this place?


I ask simply because it's damn good brew and the people who work there are the coolest beings in the galaxy.

Yes. Every variety.

400+ beers includes all the locals.

Add me too, don't think I'll make it to this one but the wife has been wanting to go out so maybe

CoonAce: For all y'all Metairie Farkers: Hurricane's Bar in Metry (on Vets) has the same food as Cooter Brown's kitchen. They hired CB's kitchen guy to hook up theirs.

I hit up Hurricane's every Wednesday for bar trivia. It's not a bad place. Decent bands every now and then. Personally, I like Melius' over in Bucktown.

basemetal: Dammit I want to go.....

Then please do come :)

if it were a few days earlier i'd be there but i leave on the 13th

coco ebert: downstairs: dickfreckle: downstairs: I'm one of those "never cross Canal" New Orlenians ;)

Yeah, I was one of those for almost a decade. Lived and worked in the lower Quarter. It felt like I needed a passport to cross Canal. I currently live in lower garden, which is funky and convenient.

I always found it strange when I first moved here. When I went to a bar and the bartender said he hadn't crossed Canal in years.

I have nothing against most of uptown (outside of the college-kid heavy areas)... but somehow in 6 years I find myself going no farther than Marigny from my Bywater house. Unless I gotta talk to my lawyer or whatever.

I guess in most neighborhoods... everyone finds they have everything they need*

*caveat... the Bywater *still* doesn't have a freaking grocery store since Katrina. Grrrrrr....

At least I live very near the bridge to Chalmette.

Well,now you have that bourgie food coop in Marigny at the "Healing Center". It's no Rouse's, though.

The Rouse's on Barrone St. is a motherfarking godsend. It's about equidistant from my house and my job, so I can hit it coming or going.

It's also one hell of a store. I more or less live on their meals to go. The prices on regular groceries (chips, bread, Hot Pockets) are only slightly more expensive than Wal-Mart, which is a nightmare to shop at. Seriously, we have the worst Wal-Mart in the history of America. But I mostly like shopping at Rouse's because I know a significant portion of my dollar stays in my state, whether to farmers, fishermen, or the ownership itself. I'm a big fan.

I was kinda pissed that the former A&P in the Quarter stopped being open all night when Rouse's took over. Sometimes a man needs a package of Ritz crackers and a bottle of scotch at 5am. But there's always Quartermaster or Verti-Marte for that sort of thing.

Before the storm I enjoyed shopping at Roberts on Elysian Fields. There's a lot of stupid lawsuits involved with that store, and it needs to be re-opened in whatever capacity, immediately.

dickfreckle: It's about equidistant from my house and my job, so I can hit it coming or going.

Most importantly, I can walk there if too drunk to drive.

Karma Chameleon: Oysters in July? You're doing it wrong!

One of the many reasons this myth persists is that it came along when methods of refrigeration in the supply chain were either non-existent or not viable. These days you can eat an oyster any damn day of the year you want.

And I do.

The only real requirement is that it's alive when cooked/served raw.

BTW, we should all do a shot in commemoration of Johnny White's Sports Bar, a 24-7 dive so fantastic that I lived there from 1999-2005. It was among the bars that remained open for the duration and aftermath of Katrina. I think I might still have a tab there.

Never Closed

I first arrived in New Orleans in 1997 or so, fresh from college and dumb as a brick. It was a Christmas day, my first away from family, and I parked my limping, ancient BMW motorcycle out front because I wanted a hot drink. A huge and impossibly gay black bartender named Dwayne served up an Irish coffee, and over the course of drinking it and chatting with the grizzled regulars, strippers, poets, and refugees I knew I was never going to leave this town. It was like Tom Waits had designed the bar from the ground up.

I found a garage and a hotel room to stay at while looking for a permanent apartment. The rest is history. I wasn't even planning this life-altering decision. It just happened, like everything else in this town.

dickfreckle: It's also one hell of a store. I more or less live on their meals to go. The prices on regular groceries (chips, bread, Hot Pockets) are only slightly more expensive than Wal-Mart, which is a nightmare to shop at. Seriously, we have the worst Wal-Mart in the history of America. But I mostly like shopping at Rouse's because I know a significant portion of my dollar stays in my state, whether to farmers, fishermen, or the ownership itself. I'm a big fan.

The Rouse's on Baronne is a beautiful, beautiful grocery store. Great cheese and wine selection. Reasonable prices, like you said- it's no Whole Paycheck. Also, they make the best burrito around.

dickfreckle: BTW, we should all do a shot in commemoration of Johnny White's Sports Bar, a 24-7 dive so fantastic that I lived there from 1999-2005. It was among the bars that remained open for the duration and aftermath of Katrina. I think I might still have a tab there.

Never Closed

I first arrived in New Orleans in 1997 or so, fresh from college and dumb as a brick. It was a Christmas day, my first away from family, and I parked my limping, ancient BMW motorcycle out front because I wanted a hot drink. A huge and impossibly gay black bartender named Dwayne served up an Irish coffee, and over the course of drinking it and chatting with the grizzled regulars, strippers, poets, and refugees I knew I was never going to leave this town. It was like Tom Waits had designed the bar from the ground up.

I found a garage and a hotel room to stay at while looking for a permanent apartment. The rest is history. I wasn't even planning this life-altering decision. It just happened, like everything else in this town.

i started hanging out at Johnny Whites when i was15 in 1985, when it was not located on the corner but where the Velvet Dog was/is now, then.

Then I when i was a Manager at Pat Os in the Late 90s, it was always my go to bar when I needed to pop out for a little dutc courage during a long shift.

Rouses started in Thibodaux, then opened up it's first big one in Houma when I was a kid, we called it the Rouses in the field, and it just blew up from there.

I hope the Winn Dixie they took over in the quarter has the same friend chicken recipe, god it was delicious, even sober.

My goto bar on Bourbon for years was the Steak Pit, Bob and Randy playing old Crosby Stills and Nash, drinking huge ass beers, and eating crab meat stuffed jalpenos, before hitting the dungeon at 3 am to pick up hipster chicks who thought they were making the scene.

I miss ya my fair city.