When I was about 11 years old, we lived close enough to New Orleans for day trips. It was a safer city back then, and our mother would let my brother and I roam, warning us not to look inside those kinds of places, or we’d turn to stone.
Went to NOLA a lot in college, in the 80’s. Of course we checked out Big Daddy’s out of curiosity. IIRC you were required to buy at least one beer if you stayed in the club for any period of time. Each draft beer was like $4 and served in a glass about the size of two shot glasses stacked together.
Derek Ashworth |
August 31st, 2009 at 12:00 pm
Big Daddy’s: went in once and “bottomless” meant an ugly nekkid girl laying on her stomach in a giant swing. But looking a the pic did bring back the smell of urine and vomit mixed together!
hrm. i’ll admit the canal side of the quarter reeks–after all, it’s the big easy and tourists from coffee-swilling seattle to miami beach bunnies think NOLA is just about that section of the quarter and there’s some bizarro rite of passage involving excess intoxication and pissing/throwing up on our streets (fortunately they’re hosed down in the mornings…no, not the tourists unfortunately, the streets).
however, the Esplanade side of the quarter up through easily St. Phillips is nice.
The last time I was there, about ten years ago, if a bar served alcohol then “bottomless” meant g-strings. I asked about the false advertising and it was explained to me that “baring cheeks” = bottomless. In other words: sell alcohol = no nude.
Andrew Williams |
September 1st, 2009 at 4:45 pm