Writer documenting life in New Orleans 9th Ward. I'm eating 500 po boys at 500 different restaurants, gas stations, corner stores and cafes in New Orleans
A cold glass of iced tea is the saving grace that carries southerners through the sweltering days of summers that seem to stretch on forever in the American South.
And it’s due to the efforts of an 18th century French botanist and a Louisiana entrepreneur who built a beverage empire in the first half of the 20th century that ice tea is the common language of southerners across the United States.
A dry squall hit New Orleans bright and early Sunday morning as thousands of people prepared to take to the streets to celebrate the Cross The Canal Steppers second line. We battened down the hatches, snugged our woolen mariner’s cap on extra tight and walked a couple miles from our 9th Ward manse to the 7th Ward starting line.
This Sunday Feb 15, I’ll be hosting my 5th annual Treme Gumbo Pop Up at Little People’s Place, the oldest barroom in Treme, and one of the few surviving chitlin’ circuit bars in the entire Deep South.
It’s a family bar and this is a family affair. If you bring Lil Ray Ray nobody’s gonna say one word.
It’s our annual daytime party. We start ladling out big hot bowls of Cajun gumbo at 1pm and finish up when we drain the kettle.
I hired DJ Seprock to spin a nice long set of vintage 45 vinyl. Old school, two turntables and fat slabs of New Orleans Mardi Gras wax.
Last weekend’s Treme Sidewalk Steppers Second Line was the last one for three weeks as our little village on the river’s law enforcement turns its gaze towards maintaining a semblance of control over the carnival crowds as we ramp up towards Shrove Tuesday. A windy chilly day drove the dancers through the streets of Treme; this is what we saw: