When I first visited New Orleans back in 1987 I got a horrible sunburn and then I got mugged. Since then I've been back five times. There's no escaping New Orleans' enveloping tenacity; it imprints itself on you. Luckily, there are recourses available to the marooned Californian. I myself throw shrimp boil parties. I go to the no name bar for the Ramos Fizzes and the Elite in late spring for the freshly shipped... More >>>