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| This is early Thursday evening. We'd been getting pretty cozy at the Shim Sham Club, but needed food. The moment we set foot outside the bar, rain jumped right out of the sky as if to say "Go back! Do not leave the bar! Any of the fine restaurants in the Quarter will happily deliver catfish po'boys to your barstool, even if they're not on the regular menu, for way less than you'd pay at the market up the street! Can't tell you what the deal is there, but get the hell back inside and get your food delivered!" | |
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