Nightlife

A New Orbit for the Saturn Bar

The Saturn Bar (3067 St. Claude Ave., 504/949-7532) seemed like one of those New Orleans places that was too weird, too delicate and just too improbable to survive very much change. Things piled up there, creating an untidy, unlikely but…

On the Mend at the Neutral Ground

There will be longer Carnival seasons than the one we’ve just finished, but it’s hard to imagine one being more intense. The New Orleans Saints made sure of that, injecting spontaneous post-game party eruptions and that incomparable Super Bowl victory…

Where Will You Watch It?

Thanks to the famous axiom, we know that when we laugh, the world laughs with us, though when we weep, we weep alone. To this I’d add the recent lesson that when you scream “Who Dat!” with such fire and…

Carnival Time at the Emperor's Place

We have weeks to go before the big parades and community-wide abandon of Mardi Gras, but as momentum builds in New Orleans, the signs of Carnival season are everywhere. King Cakes are turning up in offices and classrooms. Krewes are…

Remaking Rock 'n' Bowl

In these post-flood years, New Orleanians have racked up an extraordinary amount of practice comparing then to now. From the look of childhood homes and favorite restaurants to the condition of entire neighborhoods, we've grown accustomed to the imprecise, often…

A French Quarter Nook at French 75

The holiday season is my favorite time to be in the French Quarter. The Old World architecture and the narrow streets seem especially evocative. Strings of lights curl around wrought-iron balconies like ivy, carriageways are framed in green flocking, and…

Cocktails in Christmas Land at the Sazerac Bar

The recently revived Sazerac Bar seems these days a bit like the character of Rip Van Winkle, the old colonial farmer who awoke from a magical slumber of 20 years to find a different world than the one he knew…

A Holiday with Pal's

Thanksgiving is a time to partake in holiday traditions, but not all those traditions necessarily fit the Norman Rockwell image of the prayerful family gathered around a roasted turkey. For plenty of people without close family ties in the area,…

Double Takes at d.b.a.

On early visits to the bar d.b.a., not long after it first opened in New Orleans, I couldn’t decide if I just didn’t fit in or if the bar itself was out of place. The owners operate another bar of…

Last Call at Deutsches Haus

Germans call it “gemütlichkeit,” a sense of brotherhood, of coziness and social warmth in a relaxing atmosphere. No, I’m not quite sure how to pronounce it. But I know how it feels because it has been on abundant display over…

A Refurbished Corner Joint Asks "Where Y'Acht?"

It's normal to find a yacht down a dead end street because they're typically perched at the water's edge. The Mid-City Yacht Club sits along an intersection of two dead end streets, but it is not typical. In fact, it's…

Choices and Channels at Cooter Brown’s

Louis Armstrong raises his Dixie. A few feet away, Alfred Hitchcock cradles a Dead Guy, and Bela Lugosi, silver screen star of Dracula fame, is across the room showing his Evil Eye. Meanwhile, by the pool tables, Jacques Cousteau hoists…

Getting to "the Point" for Free Music

Old Algiers Point seemed oddly quiet as we pedaled bicycles through its streets on a recent Wednesday. The early-evening sky looked mellow through the filter of the trees lining the neighborhood streets, and the houses were beautiful with their copious…

Heritage by the Glass at Bar Tonique

Some Bourbon Street clubs employ barkers to all but drag unwitting pedestrians into their bars, where three-for-one drink offers, sweet liquor in plastic test tubes and similar promotions await their drinking dollar. And yet, a few blocks away on North…

Clever, Very Clever

Sitting at his Mid-City bar Clever, Jon Smith points out the libations in view. He's working on a Sazerac. The man sitting a few stools away is sipping a Japanese white ale called Hitachino and his companion has another cocktail…