When Louis Armstrong crooned "Way down yonder in New Orleans / There's the land of dreamy scenes", he definitely wasn't talking about Bourbon Street. But the fried oyster po'boy at Domilise's and a Sazerac at the Kingfisher probably would've made Satchmo quite happy. So leave behind the strip clubs and "Huge Ass Beers" of that neon-lit strip (unless you're escaping into Galatoire's), and eat and drink like we actually do in the Crescent City. That is, very, very well.
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