My “day job” is that of a very patient assassin — I slowly poison people to death with 32oz rum drinks, 1/2lb cheeseburgers and potatoes that are filled with all kinds of roadblocks for your arteries to play Frogger around at one of the most popular spots in the city. It’s historic and high quality enough to lure in the upper class fine diners and cheap enough to be a date night or weekly splurge for the struggling. It’s packed with people from all walks of life and from every part of the city from Lafitte to Meraux to the Treme to St.
Paul Pierce to Stephen A. Smith: Learn to distinguish honest reporting from hip narratives and bad takes about your New Orleans Pelicans
