Bourbon Street -- The Den of Sin
Written: Dec 23 '99
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Pros: The vices of Bourbon Street
Cons: The vices of Bourbon Street
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| Donny's Full Review: New Orleans |
New Orleans. The heart of creole culture. Kitchen to the world's cajun cuisine. The birthplace of jazz. Keeper of magic. I know not this New Orleans. I know it only as the Den of Sin. And love it just the same.
The purpose of my first trip to the Big Easy was to celebrate my good friend's bachelor party. And celebrate we did. As a result, this is actually a review of Bourbon Street. The street where the cab from the airport dropped me off and the street where the cab to the airport picked me up. The street where we stayed and sinned, the street we called home for 48 hours of debauchery. I know I should have seen and done more, looked at less women and more art, consumed more good food and less bad beer, danced at less cheezy nightclubs and enjoyed more live bands. But we didn't. Instead, we drank huge ass beers from a bar called Huge Ass Beers and sought out drinks with names like hurricanes and grenades, as if to challenge the strength of their names. And in between sips of those aptly named terrors we watched the dregs of humanity pass us by on their way to strip clubs and a dance club called Razzoo's. And then, when we were sufficiently hammered, we proudly joined their ranks. Oogling perfectly plastic goddesses and then dancing at Razzoo's with the mortal masses. It was an ugly weekend by all accounts exemplified by one friend who was thrown out of a sleezy strip clubs for kissing a girl... on her pants.
I've traveled enough to hate the people who behaved like I did over the weekend, and this awareness does not make it any more tolerable. And yet, like Spring Breaks in Cancun, late nights in Vegas, jaunts to Tijuana, people who like to party need to do Bourbon Street once. For all its ugliness, there's a visceral energy to the place that I enjoyed. Drunkenness. Prostitution. Fights. The point is not that you have to partake, but that it's all starring you in the face. Sit on the curb next to the drunk. Peek your head in. Talk dirty. Kiss her on her pants. It doesn't happen in my world too often. And it's good to appreciate the depths of immorality every now and then.
The architecture is pretty amazing, too.
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