28 February 2007

New Orleans Community Service Project - 13 July 07

With thanks to Ann Hemmens!

The SR-SIS, SIS Council, and AALL Headquarters (Pam Reisinger and others) have been coordinating a Volunteer Day before the 2007 AALL annual meeting (Friday July 13, 2007).
There is a well-publicized need for rebuilding, clean up, and other types of volunteer assistance in New Orleans...Three organizations have been selected for our community service project: Habitat for Humanity, Second Harvest Food Bank, and the Louisiana State Museum. These organizations were selected because they give our members a wide array of volunteer options; indoor work and outdoor work, a long day and a short day, morning work and afternoon, etc.

Second Harvest Food Bank is taking two groups of 25 volunteers; one group in the morning, and one in the afternoon. Habitat for Humanity is taking a large group of 50 or 60 for an all day shift from 7:15 to 2:30. The Louisiana State Museum is taking only 10 volunteers for the day.
Web-based registration for these projects is now available at http://www.aallnet.org/events/communityproject.asp. AALL has volunteered to coordinate transportation and provide boxes lunches and water for volunteers. And AALL has arranged for additional hotel rooms (because people will probably arrive Thursday July 12th).
Captains have been chosen for each volunteer opportunity. Ron Wheeler of the Georgia State University College of Law Library and Leslie Campbell of the Administrative Office of the United States Courts are serving as co-captains of the Habitat group, Ann Hemmens of the University of Washington Gallagher Law Library is serving as the captain of the Second Harvest group, and Amy Hale-Janeke of the U.S. Court of Appeals 5th Circuit Library is serving as captain of the Louisiana State Museum group.

Pam Reisinger and AALL Headquarters are coordinating publicity, registration for each volunteer project, transportation to projects, water, lunches, and the like. Pam is also coordinating and seeking vendor contributions and vendor participation.
We are looking forward to being part of the rebuilding of New Orleans!
Visit the website at http://www.aallnet.org/events/communityproject.asp
for more information.

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26 February 2007

King Cakes for Tarlton

Each year I send several king cakes to the Tarlton Law Library at the University of Texas at Austin for them to have a party on Mardi Gras. Here is a cake from Randazzo's Bakery. Each person who gets the baby gets a prize and must bring a cake in for a party at a later date. Thanks to Scott Webel of the Tarlton Law Library for this yummy photo.

Georgia Chadwick, Law Library of Louisiana

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21 February 2007

The Ash Wednesday Blues

Yesterday was Fat Tuesday, the last day of the Carnival season. Each year, after almost two weeks of parades, New Orleans basically shuts down for the day and we throw a big, city-wide block party for ourselves. The attraction of our celebration for frat boys who go to Bourbon Street is only incidental to what the locals do and its this part of Mardi Gras that doesn’t usually trickle up to the thirty-second stories on CNN and the rest of the national media.

Whole families, from newborn babies to grandparents, costume up and go out to the parades to see and be seen, neighbors set up grills and tents along the routes, and many of us congregate in parts of the city where we know the costumed revelry will be the most fun and the tourists will be the most scarce. If you get enough friends together, you can march downtown in semi-organized groups, like in the “Julu Parade” in this video clip (click the control once to activate it, and again to play the clip):

[Direct Link: http://www.vimeo.com/clip:143647]

As New Orleans continues to recover from Hurricane Katrina, it may seem that the huge, city-wide party that is Mardi Gras is a luxury we can’t afford. But an important part of the culture here teaches us that suffering and loss are part of life, and just as the jazz funeral parades conclude with jubilant music and dancing, in the face of adversity, you still need to take time to celebrate life.

Each year when its over, I can’t help but be a little sad. Anders Osbourne has a song that captures perfectly what it feels like today:

Hold on, move on
Set it straight, aww, its too late
This is one hell of a place
We all seem so nervous
Let's do ourselves a service
Stop trying to keep up this pace

And I keep swimming in this big pond
A little boy who lost his shoes
I feel this dead calm
Inside the big storm
Living with the Ash Wednesday Blues

Yesterday we felt like we were getting away with something, and part of what is so amazing about living here is that each year it is still hard to believe that as adults you can get dressed up in a costume and there’s no work or school and you can just go out and dance in the street. And all day we laughed as we reminded ourselves that everywhere else it was just Tuesday.

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Antiques May Pave the Way to a Better Future

From the Times-Picayune
Saturday, February 17, 2007
By Renée Peck
InsideOut editor
With thanks to Georgia Chadwick

New Orleans, Jeffrey Simpson writes in the March issue of Architectural Digest, is "like someone who has been shot in a barroom brawl and is still dancing."

That was a first and lasting impression for the nationally known author and antiques authority, a man who, until a year ago, had always maintained a distant love affair with the city...
"I had always wanted to visit New Orleans, ever since I was a child in the 1950s," Simpson said by phone recently. "At 13, when I learned that a girl in my class would be visiting the city, I gave her $5 to buy books about it for me."

Simpson made it here last year to research a story on the state of our antiques market for Architectural Digest. The magazine's editor, Paige Rense, plans an annual update on local affairs.

"She wants to do things for New Orleans," Simpson said.

During a series of visits between January and November, Simpson said he noticed little rebuilding progress -- "there was perhaps a little more urban energy in November" -- but saw signs of rebirth in the commercial arena, particularly along Magazine Street. "It's surviving pretty well."

That was good news for Simpson, who says he has loved the Magazine Street area since writing an article about it a decade ago. "Back then it was the upstart, an exciting alternative" for buyers seeking fun and funky furnishings.

Recent trade along the grander, more regal Royal Street, Simpson acknowledges, has not been as encouraging. But overall he sees a continuing appreciation here for the finer things in life, even after disaster.

"It's simply amazing the number of shops in New Orleans, particularly for a small city," Simpson said. "From edgy to grand, the choice is superb."

Even the new contemporary furnishing stores here, he notes, run more toward Design Within Reach than Crate and Barrel.

"It shows the quality of life that people want in New Orleans. Charleston (S.C.) is lovely, but there they perform for the tourists. In New Orleans, you perform for yourselves, and antiques play into that.

"It's part of your strong sense of community. People are living up to who they are, and doing their best. The vitality of the city is amazing."

Simpson's meanderings through the city's antiques stalls -- orchestrated by a number of friends here -- reinforced his assessment of a populace making the best of things.

"The locals have totally rallied," U-Dwell's Mary Satterlee told him.

"Before -- there is only one 'before' in New Orleans these days -- my business was half in town and half out of town; now it's mostly in town," Allain Bush added.

Overall, Simpson paints a picture of determined, passionate local sellers who will stay the course and help the city rebuild.

Simpson plans to return in the coming year, to track progress. I explained to him that not all of us can afford, emotionally or materially, to upgrade as we rebuild: You either splurge on fewer, finer things, or buy only items you can envision sitting on the curb.

"People should buy what they like," Simpson replied with a laugh. "Of course, my feeling is that you should choose the best you can afford. Who knows what will happen to any of us? New Orleans, in a good way, lives in the moment."


Antiques expert Jeffrey Simpson has an unlikely love of fountain pens and a likely appreciation for 19th-century French Louisiana furniture. A few of his observations on antiques buying:

-- "Antique" no longer refers strictly to 100-year-old-plus objets d'art. Look to the generation before you for things that already stand out as classics.

-- Eclectic collecting gets a nod these days. Buy what you like, and mix it up.

-- European or made-in-America? "Europeans have a whole different attitude about polish," Simpson replies. European furniture tends to be glossy, while Americans are more into patina.

Simpson's article in Architectural Digest takes the measure of the antiques community via interviews with owners of these stores:

U-Dwell, 2101 Magazine St.

Passages Antiques, 3939 Magazine St.

Ann Koerner Antiques, 4021 Magazine St.

Piranesi, 2104 Magazine St.

Bush Antiques, 2109 Magazine St.

Mac Maison Ltd., 3963 Magazine St.

Keil's Antiques, 325 Royal St.

Moss Antiques, 411 Royal St.

M.S. Rau Antiques, 60 Royal St.

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19 February 2007

The Dish on a New Orleans Renaissance

Kevin Allman, a former resident of New Orleans, living in Portland, Oregon, has writen an excellent article on the restaurants of New Orleans for the Washington Post. Georgia Chadwick of the Law Library of Louisiana forwarded me the link to post here.

Read Kevin Allman's article at the Washington Post and check this link for details on New Orleans!

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16 February 2007

World's Longest Oyster Po-Boy

Oh, sweet delicious! As the publicity guy for the annual meeting here in New Orleans, I was busy Thursday doing "research" down in the French Quarter, when I came across the World's Longest Oyster Po-Boy. It was a joint promotion between a seafood industry group and the "Louisiana Oyster Task Force" - if I needed another reason to love living here the fact that we have our own Oyster task Force is a good one. It was chilly outside, so the Po-Boy was cold when they started serving it but it was delectable!

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15 February 2007

Louisiana Supreme Court

Just a test and a hello from the Louisiana Supreme Court in New Orleans. I'll post more pictures soon.


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Unmasking Our Pain in New Orleans

Article from the Washington Post
By Lolis Eric Elie
Times-Picayune Columnist
Sunday, February 11, 2007; B01
With thanks to Catherine Lemann.

The rush begins approximately right now. Even as I write this, thousands of Americans are packing away their inhibitions and preparing to come to my city and go native. They will arrive in the French Quarter uninhibited, as they imagine we are. They will remove their clothes. They will empty their beer-filled guts onto each other's shoes. They will clown for hungry cameras and for journalists eager to capture New Orleans as some distant editor has imagined it. Invariably, the networks will set up their shots in the French Quarter, though none of the major parades and few of the emblematic Carnival activities take place there. Neither the journalists nor the revelers seem to care that our lives, local lives, are elsewhere...

For us, Mardi Gras is family time. We gather on our favorite corners to watch parades with parents and cousins and picnic lunches prepared by grandmothers (then) or bought from fast-food dispensaries (now). We don masks. We drink. We dance. We drink. We yell loudly. We drink. This we do, ever aware that the people on our right and on our left are the same people we will see during more sober times at work, school and church.

America would recognize us in family mode, but we may never be seen that way. Hurricane Katrina confirmed for now, and perhaps forever, the sense that New Orleans is a foreign place attached to the United States by geography, but distant from it in every meaningful way. We are more European, more African, less serious. And we lack the good sense God gave a goose. Why else would we raise our kids among girls gone wild in a hurricane magnet of a city that lies largely below sea level?

When Hurricane Katrina hit, our nation offered us sympathy. Millions of Americans accepted us into their cities. They sent 18-wheelers heavy with goodwill and provisions. Others came here, donned hazard suits and helped us. But I fear this compassion is wearing thin. It has been nearly 18 months. By now, the thinking goes, real Americans, self-reliant Americans, would have picked themselves up by their stiff upper lips and gotten on with life. They wouldn't be waiting for a government check. They would rebuild their homes and their lives with money and fortitude held in reserve.

My mother is a real American. Her difficulties have been minor compared with the setbacks suffered by others in our city. She's 72 years old. A decade ago, she moved into a new house she chose specifically because she thought it was on high, safe ground. She put her all into renovating and decorating it. On Aug. 29, 2005, it was inundated by four feet of water. Her blood pressure began to rise. Her borderline diabetes crept across the border. A pain developed in her left leg. Like many ailments these days, hers seemed stress induced.

From her sister's home in Dallas, she rebuilt. The first contractor she hired disappeared with the down payment. The first doctor said the back pain would go away. The first call to an insurance office put her in touch with a Ms. Bear. From her office somewhere in America, Ms. Bear insisted that my mother could just knock the insulation and roofing materials to the side and sleep in the filth of her waterlogged bed. That's what a Bear would do.

The second contractor was moving quickly among his various jobs, but slowly on my mother's house. Then he developed cancer and stopped moving much at all. (Was it his men who stole the ladder and the toilet and broke that glass table we'd carefully salvaged?) The second doctor recommended back surgery. The insurance company asked for more photos. Several doctors, two chiropractors, one surgery, a dozen letters and scores of phone calls later, my mother is back in her house. About a quarter of her neighbors have returned.

It's lonely there. My mother speaks to her friends long-distance.

Somehow, when people look at us and our city, they don't see my mother. They see the desperate brown faces at the Superdome or hear the otherly accented voices from St. Bernard Parish. They don't see the old man in the Lower Ninth Ward, gutting his house by day and sleeping in it by night because he has nowhere else to stay. They don't see the families cramped in trailers because they have nowhere else to live. They don't see the fishermen in Plaquemines Parish begging to get back to work. Those men need government help to move their boats from the land, where the floodwaters left them, back to the bayous, where they can again ply their trade. That's not the kind of work the Federal Emergency Management Agency is allowed to do.

In the immediate aftermath of Hurricane Katrina, the federal government did a terrible job. No doubt about that. Americans stranded on roofs. Americans without food and water. People in war-ravaged, dysfunctional nations looking at us on television saw that our country could be just as dysfunctional as their own. Domestic politics demanded that our misery be seen as the result either of Democratic Great Society programs or Republican social Darwinism. In fact, neither was apt.

Make no mistake -- the devastation in New Orleans and southern Louisiana was a government-enabled disaster. The U.S. Army Corps of Engineers designed and built the levees and floodwalls that were supposed to protect us. The failure of these structures resulted in the devastation of our city. This is not the crank conspiracy theory of angry New Orleanians. This is the conclusion that the Corps reached in a 6,600-page report, released June 1.

Hurricane Katrina was no more than a Category 2 storm when it hit New Orleans. The levees and floodwalls were supposed to be able to withstand a Category 3 storm. The Corps acknowledged that the flood-control system was badly designed and badly built. "For the first time the corps has had to stand up and say we had a catastrophic failure with one of our projects," said Lt. Gen. Carl Strock, the commander of the Corps.

You may expect that an admission by a government agency that its poor work was responsible for the destruction of an American city would have been big news. But the story of the Corps' admission, released on a Thursday, didn't live long enough to make the Sunday talk shows. The confession was irrelevant. The nation had already concluded that the death of New Orleans was a suicide caused by our irrational desire to live in harm's way.

This blame-New-Orleans attitude has been devastating for us. Though Louisiana suffered far more damage per capita than did Mississippi, our neighbor to the east has received a disproportionate share of federal funding. But neither of us was treated fairly. Six weeks after the storm, Congress passed legislation allowing low-interest loans for Gulf Coast communities to use to pay public employees. But the White House and the Republican leadership in Congress specifically required that the money be paid back, even though such federal disaster loans have generally been forgiven for the past three decades. "Notwithstanding section 417 of the Stafford Act, such loans may not be canceled," the offending passage reads.

In its zeal to punish Louisiana for sins that are largely not of our own making, the federal government has twisted our national priorities so radically as to render them unrecognizable. In this era when homeland security is the nation's paramount concern, there is no enthusiasm for protecting American land along the coast of Louisiana. For the past several decades, we've lost an average of 24 square miles of territory every year. About 40 percent of U.S. wetlands are in Louisiana, but my state experiences 80 percent of the nation's coastal wetlands loss. This loss is crucial to us because hurricanes lose strength when traveling over this land and are thus less powerful when they reach populated areas. Fewer wetlands means more hurricane damage.

Two years ago, before Katrina, the Corps of Engineers and the state of Louisiana estimated that it would take $14 billion to stem the tide of coastal erosion. In December, the lame-duck Congress allocated 34 percent of the federal oil royalties collected off our shores to Louisiana to combat coastal erosion. But we won't get the full amount for 17 years. For the next decade, we will receive about $20 million a year to combat a $14 billion problem.

The latest forecast by coastal experts gives us about 10 years to restore the territory that has been lost south of New Orleans. If we fail to do that, those communities will have to be written off in a couple of decades.

If, say, Cuba or Venezuela had seized 24 square miles of American territory, the call to arms would have been immediate and decisive. But because coastal erosion is an enemy neither foreign nor domestic, we seem willing to surrender to it. We've retreated behind the excuse that New Orleans can't be saved. We've abandoned our can-do pride. In the Netherlands, the Dutch have managed to craft a flood-control system that protects the huge percentage of that nation's land that lies below sea level. These days Americans lack the money, the ingenuity, the patriotism, the humanity of the Dutch.

Much of the wealth of Louisiana lies in our culture. This is the state that gave the nation jazz and Louis Armstrong, Jerry Lee Lewis and Fats Domino. We created two of the nation's signature regional cuisines, Creole and Cajun. Our architecture is some of the oldest and most distinguished in the nation. But it seems that our country views our culture not as a national treasure worth saving, but as further evidence that we are not real Americans at all. But this view could change.

Earlier this month the Corps released the locations of 122 levees that are at risk of failing. They are located in 27 states and the District of Columbia. We New Orleanians have suffered much in the past 18 months. We wouldn't wish such devastation on anyone. But I would like to remind my nation that according to this list, the problems of my home town are not so foreign after all.

I may seem like a foreigner to you when I scream for an independent commission to study government failures in the aftermath of Hurricane Katrina, or when I decry the plodding incompetence of FEMA. I may seem like the stereotypical welfare cheat when I argue that the federal government has not invested nearly enough in protecting my state from an even greater future disaster. Indeed, mine may seem like a voice emanating from a distant Southern wilderness. But in truth, the problems of Louisiana are the problems of the United States.

Or, as Ralph Ellison wrote, "Who knows but that, on the lower frequencies, I speak for you?"


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12 February 2007

New Orleans on American Experience

This two-hour documentary is a post-Katrina historical overview of the city of New Orleans and will be available online, after its airing date on 12 February 2007, at http://www.pbs.org/wgbh/amex/neworleans/... The New Orleans Times-Picayune T.V. columnist Dave Walker wrote "the film captures our committed otherness-- as home to Mardi Gras, as the incubator of jazz, as a population dedicated to sensual self-indulgence-- but it also stares down history you'd hardly celebrate."

Whether your trip to attend AALL in July will be your first visit, or you have visited in the past, or you are coping with living in post-Katrina New Orleans, the program will be of interest to all. It will present a more realistic perspective to contrast with the stereotypes and misconceptions which were the focus of the news reports right after Katrina.

Thanks to Georgia Chadwick, Law Library of Louisiana, for the heads-up.

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02 February 2007

New Orleans and the Legal, Mixological, and Etymological History of the Cocktail

A trademark case before the Louisiana Supreme Court in the late nineteenth century involved a New Orleans company that manufactured bitters and is, tangentially, related to several of the city’s contributions to the history of alcoholic beverages. Bitters are mixtures of alcohol infused with herbs or other ingredients that are now key components in many mixed drinks but which were originally consumed as health tonics. A dose of bitters was once considered a bracing elixir that helped to stimulate vitality, and so as preventative medicine it was completely different than just slugging back a few shots of whiskey. Bitters, aperitifs, and digestives - all similar products - were also conveniently not categorized as liquor for tax purposes.

In the case of Handy v. Commander, 22 So. 230 (La. 1897), plaintiff Thomas H. Handy & Co. of New Orleans was the maker of “Handy’s Aromatic Cocktail Bitters.” Handy’s Bitters were represented to be “the most palatable and flavorous ever” and were guaranteed to “stimulate the appetite and invigorate the functions of the stomach, thereby preventing dyspepsia.” Defendant Anthony Commander was an employee of Handy’s who, after learning the recipe for Handy’s Bitters, quit and set up his own company to sell the same formulation under the name “Commander’s Aromatic Cocktail Bitters.” At issue in Handy v. Commander was the trademark that Handy held for the labeling of his bitters and Commander’s unauthorized use of a nearly-identical trademark. (The formula of the bitters itself was not patented or protected as a trade secret.) The court noted that “in size, in style and color, in lettering and execution, word for word, there is not a point of difference between the trademark of Handy and the trademark put forth by the defendant, except that the latter is styled ‘Commander’s Bitters’ while the former was styled ‘Handy’s Bitters’”. Because of the similar and confusing labels, the court upheld the judgment of trademark infringement and the $450 damage award, which was based on the 88% decline in sales that Handy suffered from Commander’s illegally competing product.

The bitters central to the dispute in Handy v. Commander were from a recipe developed and finessed decades earlier by a New Orleans pharmacist named Antoine Amadée Peychaud, a French Creole immigrant from Haiti. Peychaud had worked on many different types of recipes for bitters and other herbal medicinal aids since arriving in New Orleans in 1793. (His eponymous brand, Peychaud’s Bitters, is still manufactured in New Orleans.) In the scholarship of alcohol, the addition of bitters to mixtures of liquor and water or other mixers is seen as both a historic turning point as well as a categorical delineation between cocktails and, in what at one time was a strict distinction, other mixed drinks such as toddies and slings.

In the late 1830s, Peychaud created a pleasing combination of his bitters mixed with brandy and absinthe, and the recipe for this drink spread beyond his friends and customers and became popular throughout the city. One establishment decided to make it only with a particular type of brandy, which also soon became the concoction’s name, the Sazerac. Now a signature New Orleans drink, the Sazerac is widely acknowledged to be one of the first true cocktails, if not the first. (Modern Sazeracs use Herbsaint or Pernod in place of the absinthe; thank you very much, F.D.A.)

But what about that word, cocktail? No definitive derivation of the term has been established, and some of the more colorful stories are considered apocryphal, such as the one about the revolutionary war-era barmaid who decorated the mixed drinks she served with a rooster’s tailfeather. History often shows that the more mundane explanation for something is most often correct, and that is likely the case here. Besides creating the first cocktail, Peychaud also deserves some credit in this matter. He served his early mixed drinks in a double ended egg cup, called a coquetier and pronounced kah-kuh-TYAY; to the non-French speaking residents of New Orleans, the word was mis-heard, mis-understood, and/or mis-pronounced as “cocktail.” This is less colorful and not really that much more likely than other claimed derivations, but one writer on the subject noted that the esteemed lexicographer Dr. Frank H. Vizetelly (go ahead, Google him) has declared that the coquetier origin story is “the oldest and most positive basis for the word cocktail.”

So now that you’ve learned more about New Orleans and the cocktail than you ever wanted to know, if you’re coming to the 2007 AALL Annual Meeting here are some of the best places in the Crescent City to have a cocktail, a beer, or a glass of wine.

Napoleon House
500 Chartres Street
The perfect place to have a refreshing Pimm’s Cup after walking around the Quarter on a hot summer day. The café menu has an excellent cheese plate and their muffaletta - a classic New Orleans sandwich of salami, ham, and Provolone topped with olive salad - is one of the best in the city.

Pirate’s Alley Café
622 Pirate's Alley
Located near Jackson Square adjacent to the St. Louis Cathedral and behind the Cabildo. When you sit on a sidewalk table at this hole in the wall bar and café, you can get a sense of what the quarter was like back in the nineteenth century. They sometimes have live music on the unbelievably tiny stage next to - and smaller than - the rest room.

1041 Dumaine Street
A little too far to walk to, but this is one of the city’s best restaurants, so if you make a reservation for dinner and take a cab, get there early and sit at their gorgeous and very well-stocked bar for a pre-dinner drink or two. The two large murals of New Orleans’ City Park are the inspiration for the restaurant’s name.

Carousel Bar
214 Royal Street
Just off the lobby of the Monteleone Hotel is the Carousel Bar, the centerpiece of which is the circular main bar decorated like a carousel and which revolves in a full circle every fifteen minutes. The Monteleone is one of only three hotels in the country to be designated as a literary landmark, and the Carousel was a New Orleans favorite for writers such as William Faulkner, Tennessee Williams, and Truman Capote.

Johnny White’s Sports Bar
720 Bourbon Street
Many bars in New Orleans are open twenty-four hours a day, but this tiny establishment is worth a stop, if for no other reason than to be able to say you’ve had a drink at the only place in New Orleans that didn’t even close for Katrina. They managed to stay open during the hurricane itself, the subsequent chaos, the extended power outage, and the subsequent weeks of evacuation and curfew and even somehow found a supply of ice to keep the beer cold (those National Guardsmen and state troopers can be very helpful in a scratch-my-back-and-I’ll-scratch-yours sort of way). Of course, they sell t-shirts and other memorabilia to commemorate that accomplishment.

Molly’s at the Market
1107 Decatur Street
The best Irish pub in the Quarter. The decorative wooden urn behind the bar contains the ashes of the bar’s late owner and founder.

Pat O’Brien’s
718 St. Peter Street
Famous since the 1940s for one of New Orleans’ signature drinks, The Hurricane, which is just rum added to an overly sweet fruit juice mix that tastes like Hawaiian Punch (which may help explain why Pat O’s is the #1 bar in the world for customers who only order one drink, though for various reasons). It’s definitely a great looking place, with a huge courtyard and four separate bars, so if you order something besides the Hurricane it can be worth a visit.

Lafitte’s Blacksmith Shop
941 Bourbon Street
Occupying one of the oldest buildings in the city, dating back at least to 1772 and featuring very little in the decor that seems to have been updated since then, Lafitte’s is always included on lists of must-visit bars in the French Quarter, and is one of the few that is definitely deserving of that suggestion.

Originally published in the AALL Spring 2007 ALL-SIS Newsletter (and elsehwere...eventually).

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