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French Quarter Fest 2013: Logistics Better

He and She Said:

Welcome to the 2011 2012 2013 French Quarter Fest.

Last year, we led with the story of the ant and the grasshopper. For 2013, we’re going all corporate on you.

Remember Who Moved My Cheese? Published in 1998, this was the organizational must-read of the fin de seicle, selling over 26 million copies. Yeah, that’s not a misprint. Some guy was struck by the blinding insight that things don’t always stay the same, managed to expand that one-sentence aphorism to about 100 pages (including preface, forward, afterword, acknowledgements, etc, etc), include a cast of characters named Sniff, Scurry, Hem and Haw (I’m not making this up), and make a freaking fortune. If you ever labor under the illusion that business persons know what they’re doing, pick up a copy of Who Moved My Cheese sometime and disabuse yourself of that notion.

But back to the matter at hand. As always, there is change at French Quarter Fest in 2013, and helping you cope with all that moving cheese (and poboys, and music, and beer, and…) is our pleasure and avocation here at He Said/She Said Global HQ. There’s a new title sponsor this year (Chevron), a new evening concert series, new stages, and a new food area. You know you’ll see our detailed guide to the food and to the music as the week progesses, but today we give you the never-imitated, somewhat legendary tribute to overthinking: our annual guide to FQF logistics, complete with maps and arrows and things, designed to help you get the most out of the festivities.

 Let’s dive right in:

Why to go: Are you kidding me? You do know your pockets are about to get vacuumed by two weekends of Jazzfest, right? Quint Davis could give Walt Disney tips on how to turn people upside-down and shake until their pockets turn inside-out. If you don’t have the spare change to mingle with the tie-dye gentry at the Fairgrounds this is the place for you. A weekend packed with more music than you can imagine, and every bit of it free. You’ll read our primer on this year’s best bets, right? And by the way, every bit of it’s local. No chance here of standing elbow to elbow with 100,000 people listening to someone who hasn’t been relevant since 1974. By the time Sunday night comes, you’ll feel like someone’s poured a barrelful of WWOZ over your naked body. And then there’s the food, a NOLA cornucopia of everything imaginable. And yes, we’ve done the heavy lifting for you on that topic as well, putting ourselves at caloric hazard to provide a Mardi Gras Indian themed guide to the can’t miss selections.

And then there’s the Quarter itself, at its marvelous best this time of year. A spring morning or afternoon on Governor Nichols, Royal, Barracks, Burgundy, and many other streets is a real treat. If all you ever see of the Quarter is Bourbon you’ve really sold yourself short. Despite our occasional snarky comments, we do love Jazzfest, but the Fairgrounds cannot match the living scenery of the French Quarter.

What to Bring: FQF is not Jazzfest. The geography is much larger, and you really need to take that into account. As with Jazzfest, be sure you have a hat, sunglasses, sunscreen, a camera, and comfortable shoes. Cash is king at the festival booths, but the mighty plastic is enthusiastically accepted at most fine FQ establishments. Many bars have ATMs with the typically usurious withdrawal fees and there is an actual, like, real Regions bank at the corner of Toulouse and Chartres as well.

Travel light. As light as you can. The set up your camp at the Acura stage and wander to return later deal doesn’t really work here. So unless you plan to hang at one stage all day (a practice we strongly discourage) pack as little gear as you can. Consider leaving the festival chairs at home and opt for a blanket instead. We cannot stress enough that exploring FQF the way you should will involve much more walking than at Jazzfest, so plan accordingly. But, the other side of this coin is that shade is readily available all day (check out our map for the 411 on shady music below), in stark contrast to the blast-furnace conditions that can sometime prevail at Jazzfest. And if it rains, no big deal either. Just a hunch, but we think you’ll not have trouble finding a cozy dry watering hole happy to have your custom. That’s a far better thing than standing miserably in a Fairgrounds deluge watching hippies mud-surf as animals walk by two-by-two on their way to the ark. (Anyone out there remember Billy Joel?)

Parking: So, you show up at 1:00pm and can’t believe there’s no place to park. Seriously? FQF is really not an in-and-out event. Our advice: Get there early and make a day of it. The lots on South Peter and Decatur (and pretty much everywhere else) fill up early, and you have to negotiate fifty thousand pedestrians playing alcohol-fueled Frogger to get to them. Believe it or not, we’ve actually parked legally on the street in the backside of the Quarter once or twice, but that was probably before 9am. If you must drive, consider the Marigny or even the CBD.

Your best stress free option is a cab or public transportation. If you drop a few bucks on a cab, so what? After all, it didn’t cost you $50 just to walk into the Quarter. But why not consider a bus or a streetcar? In 2012 our very smart friends over at Just Off the Red Streetcar Line did a terrific job of cataloging the various ways to get your ass to the Fest , and you can help yourself to the fruits of their labor. Just remember, there are many better options than leaving your Escalade across some Quarter resident’s driveway. There’s one number to call to have the offending carbon-footprint towed, and everyone who lives in the Quarter has it on speed-dial. Trust us on this.

Surviving the Woldenberg Stages: If you’ve read us last year or the year before, you’ve seen these maps before, but that doesn’t matter because virtually everyone at the Fest makes their way to the Riverfront sooner or later. Sadly, the Woldenberg stages represent the entirety of FQF for some. First piece of advice: Get around to the other stages. We’ve got details on the ins and outs of each below. But, you’re going to get to Woldenberg sometime, and this is where the complaints about overcrowding really escalate. A big part of that is poor planning. So check out right here our illustrated for surviving the Riverfront, including how NOT to get there, how to manage the most challenging stage at FQF, how to best manage the Abita Stage, and our guide to the Secret Stage:

Woldenberg Stages


First things first: Note the location of the Woldenberg stages on the map above. More importantly, note the streets, Saint Peter, Toulouse, and Saint Louis, that the vast majority of festival attendees use to access these stages. (Also note that new for 2013 is the Natchez Wharf Kid’s Stage at Tulouse and the river; I guess FQF felt this area didn’t draw enough crowds). Let’s take a look at what happens after that:

FQF Cattle Run

In essence, the entire traffic flow for three of the largest stages at the Fest (plus the new Children’s Stage) is compressed into a single walkway about 25 feet wide. This is usually where people start to complain about it being too crowded. Tip number one: Don’t use St, Peter, Toulouse, or St Louis to access the Riverfront. Which leads us to our next tip:

The most challenging stage at FQF, and how to navigate it:

Take a look at this view of the lovely Harrah’s ‘Louis Louis’ Pavillion:


One glance should tell you enough. This is a major stage with some very good acts, but it’s tucked away in a corner with limited green space, and almost everyone accessing the big Abita Stage passes right through the same area. As if that weren’t enough, Harrah’s is surrounded on two-sides by the dreaded food booth gauntlet. Think hard about this Stage. It will always be crowded, and if you want to see one of the late acts it might be best to just camp out there. Tip number two: As the arrow indicates, if you’re going to do this stage, access it via Conti Street, loop through the field behind the food booth gauntlet and come in from the opposite side of the running of the humans. And now on to our next topic:

Beyond the Point of No Return: The Abita Stage

This is the biggest stage, and chances are you’re gonna want to get there sometime during the fest. But, this is also the home of what we call the dreaded point of no return, the place where some throw in the towel and declare French Quarter Fest too crowded for their tastes. After you force your way through the running of the humans and pass the giant bottleneck created by the confluence of the Harrah’s Stage and the Food Booth Gauntlet you’re confronted by another even narrower walkway lined with more food booths before emerging into a meadow with what looks like a tent city occupying every square inch of grass. It’s at this point that some folks give up. But, there is a secret here. Check out this map:

Surviving the Abita Stage:
The bottleneck at the front of the meadow approaching the point of no return is so intense that most fest-goers don’t realize that the Abita Stage is actually less crowded near the front than it is near the back, because people get frustrated and give up, assuming it must be utter madness further forward. Tip number three: Access the Abita Stage from Bienville Street, avoiding the bottleneck completely, and snuggle in closer to the front of the stage. Which brings us to our final segment:

The Secret Stage: The Best Stage at Woldenberg

The Riverside Legacy Stage, or as we will always call it, The Brass Band Stage, is tucked between the Abita Stage and the Children’s area in front of the Aquarium. It goes without saying that you need more brass bands in your life. If you just finished a twelve-hour Hot 8 marathon, you still need more brass band in your life, if you take our meaning. Even better than that is the impact the bottlenecks at the other stages have on this one. Tip number four: Take Bienville Street, avoid the crowds, and hang a right turn directly into the small field alongside the Aquarium and in front of the Brass Band Stage.

Spread a blanket and do what you wanna in the absolute best crowd to music ratio at the entire fest.


There you have it: Four essential tips for navigating the Woldenberg stages. Follow this advice and we promise you’ll improve your FQF experience.

And finally, a few notes on the other stages at the fest:

The Mint: Several interesting secrets here: First, the backside stage along Esplanade gets afternoon shade, so this is a terrific place to spread a blanket. Also, inside the Mint are actual real bathrooms. Enter from either side and go up the stairs. For winos, the absolute most underrated wine list in New Orleans is just across Barracks at Louisiana Pizza Kitchen, of all places. And a few doors down from there is our favorite sangria in town (along with great margaritas) at El Gato Negro. For the visually oriented, check out this illustration of the joys of the Mint:

The French Market Stage: Steps away from El Gato Negro is also the French Market Stage. In case you didn’t know, NOLA is a swing-dance hotbed, and this is a great chance to see National Championship caliber dancers grooving to the music with plenty of room to take a shot at it yourself if you’re brave enough.

Royal Street: These are among our faves and often overlooked. Nice places to set up early and catch a set or two of gypsy jazz. Before you leave, be sure to check out the BMI Stage.

BMI Singer-Songwriter Stage: This is a find: a cool respite from the heat and crowds and another good bathroom location. As the name suggests, this stage features intimate 30 minute solo sets emphasizing the songwriter’s craft. Get here at least once.

Jackson Square: A good place to get to early in the day to stake out some grassy space. Tip: Have you ever noticed the alternate Roman numeral 4 on the Cathedral clock? Editors Note: A smart reader pointed out last year that the numeral on the Cathedral clock was indeed an acceptable (though less common) variation on the number 4 at the time it was constructed, but you should still check it out.

Dutch Alley: Secluded and shady; a perfect stop when you want to turn down the volume a bit.

House of Blues Stage: It appears to us that this upper Decatur stage is relocating in 2013 from its former sunstroke inducing corner to the interior of the HOB, giving us yet another shady destination. Always a good thing.

Monteleone/Palm Court: So the Monteleone again sponsers a stage, it is again among our shady venues, but your destination is NOT the signature Carousel Bar in the hotel on upper Royal but instead the Palm Court Jazz Club on lower Decatur and the opposite end of the Quarter, home base of centenarian trumpeter Lionel Ferbos and worth checking out this year.

Made in the shade: It can be hot and steamy out there, and you’ll want to take a break from the sunshine every now and again. As we mentioned above, there are like 1000 bars happy to help you out with that. But if you can’t bear to miss the music, check out this new for 2012 map noting all the shady spots and indoor stages, very important items to add to your strategic plan. As noted previously, the back side of the Mint at Esplanade and Dutch Alley are both terrific shaded outdoor venues. And the BMI Stage in the Historic New Orleans Collection on Royal is a shady courtyard that feels like a secret hideout for grownups. We wouldn’t necessarily use the adjective ‘cool’ to describe Preservation Hall, but it is indoors and thus meets the shade criterion. For the trifecta of music, shade, and A/C, consider both Irvin Mayfield’s Jazz Playhouse on Bourbon in the Royal Sonesta and the new for this year stage at the newly renovated and always legendary Carousel Bar in the Monteleone Hotel on upper Royal. Here are all the locations:

FQF Shade Map 2013
So that’s it: Our guide to the logistics of our favorite festival. Let us know if these tips help, and let us know if you have any questions we didn’t address. And, here are our comprehensive guides to the food and the music to complete your planning!

King of Pho: Pho Orchid

She Said:

Uhhh! I could barely make it off the couch. Every year the day after my company holiday party gets tougher. I blame age. And each time I vow that I ‘will never do this again.’ Sometimes you just have to have the ability to laugh at yourself, especially since everyone else is laughing at you one way or the other.

By 5:00 pm I was ready to venture back out into the world, but only if it meant one thing: pho. Steve wanted a beer (hair of the dog) and I preferred to have the soup delivered to the couch. At least we could agree on the food so to Pho Orchid we went. This Vietnamese national dish is always tasty; the morning after certain evenings it is necessary. Continue reading

Cooler Than You: Booty’s Street Food

He Said:

There’s nothing cooler than jetting off to less-traveled places around the globe and getting to know, really getting to know, the people and the culture of a place just by eating their street food. If you don’t believe me, just ask Anthony Bourdain. We used to have to waste time immersed in tedious things like ‘history,’ doing boring stuff like ‘reading’ and ‘learning’ if we were to begin to understand another place. Thanks to the Food Network, we all know we don’t have to bother with any of that lame knowledge stuff anymore; we can just chow down some mystery meat on a stick and hey presto, we’re cosmopolitan, cultured, and smart.

As if that weren’t enough, those of us lucky enough to live in the Big Easy don’t even need to bother with all that time-consuming travel anymore. We can just roll down to the trendy with a capital T Bywater and stop into the recently opened Booty’s Street Food and Instagram our friends with evidence of our global smartness in one sitting. Continue reading

Back in the High Life: The Grill Room at the Windsor Court

tableside Cafe Brulot at the Grill Room

tableside Cafe Brulot at the Grill Room

He Said:

Sometimes you don’t feel like chasing down the latest hipster pan-ethnic super-secret skinny-jeans hotspot. Sometimes you grow weary of this 99% life. Sometimes you want to dress up and get taken care of.

For those nights, there is the Grill Room.

We have a birthday tradition around here. No matter what else we might do to celebrate the happy day, the festivities always include dinner for two at the place of the birthday boy or girl’s choosing. There are no shortage of worthy restaurant contenders in NOLA, and the choices are never easy. This December, my bride settled on the opulent dining room at the Windsor Court, where new chef Kristin Butterworth is garnering more than a little buzz as her restaurant attempts to return to its previous heights.

Those who’ve not been in NOLA all that long might be surprised to know that there was a time when the Grill Room was unquestionably the finest restaurant in town. In the late ’80′s and early ’90′s with the legendary Kevin Graham running the show The Windsor Court had carved for itself a comfortable spot at the top of the local and national fine dining heap. Since then a parade of chefs have accompanied changes in hotel ownership. Through it all, the Grill Room has remained undeniably luxurious yet unable to make its way back onto the short list of the very best dining rooms in town.

Enter chef Butterworth, the impeccably credentialed veteran of Pennsylvania’s 5 Diamond Lautrec and the Inn at Little Washington, who we had the opportunity to meet at a reception soon after her arrival. On paper at least, the Grill Room seemed to have made the perfect hire, and we were looking forward to the experience.

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Three Strikes: Rene Bistrot

She Said:

Do you ever walk into a place and instantly feel it is doomed? That’s just what happened to us last Monday afternoon.

It’s noon on Christmas Eve and I’ve just wrapped up a half day of work. The husband and I decide to escape the crowds at our house and head instead to lunch. For whatever reason we were in the mood for an experience slightly more upscale where we could enjoy a glass of wine over a festive meal. This was very spur of the moment, and every place we called was either closed or booked.  

Rene’ Bistro had been on our radar since it opened in the Renaissance Arts hotel earlier this year.  And after the first several places we considered  were closed Steve suggested aptly any place that is in a hotel should be open. So to Rene’ Bistro we headed. We arrived to an empty house. No trouble getting a seat in this place, it would seem. Few places need a festive set of diners more than this one; the decor is hotel-bland with the kind of could-be-anywhere vibe that has you looking for the buffet station. Shortly after being seated we were greeted by another patron however: a fruit fly. And then another. You get the idea. Not exactly what I was looking for. Strike 1. Continue reading

The Circus Comes to Mid-City: Serendipity

He Said:

What happens when the local anarchist buys a minivan?

We’ve written before about Green Goddess, the extremely eclectic French Quarter restaurant located just across Exchange Alley from the staid Pelican Club, a juxtaposition much like a parked hippie-filled VW Microbus on Audubon Place.  Chris Debarr’s intimate love child has been on the short list of most unusual NOLA dining options since its opening, an exuberant not-for-everyone grab bag of ingredients many of which you’ve not only never considered combining, but in many cases didn’t even know existed.

Well the enfant terrible of the French Quarter has grown up and gone all mainstream.

A little.

Maybe.

Six weeks ago, DeBarr opened Serendipity in the American Can building on Orleans Avenue, eschewing the legendarily cramped dining area and kitchen of The Goddess for some decidedly more spacious and upscale digs, complete with parking. We had a first look last night. Continue reading

Should I Stay or Should I Go? How to Spot a Dying Restaurant

Exhibit A, from a restaurant in Morocco. We left.

She Said:

It is 7:00 pm. This place is empty. In that instant we glance at one another as if to say “let’s get the hell out of here” and suddenly a young woman arrives to greet us:  “Table for two?”

In that brief moment we missed our opportunity. We should have left.

We’ve all been there. As recently as two weeks ago, Steve and I happened upon such an occasion. As  we approached the restaurant the owner was outside by himself enjoying a dessert on the front porch. This was our first sign that this might not go well. It continued to spiral downhill once inside with a combination of scratched-through menu items and unavailable wine. These factors in addition to an overall air of depression/desperation permeating the establishment led to a rather somber meal. The owner was basically waving his white  flag outside the door. I only wish I could say we entered obliviously, but the truth is we knew and stepped right through the portal of doom anyway.

Which led Steve and I to two questions:

  1. How do you know when a restaurant is past it’s prime? Are there tell-tale signs that the joint has one foot in the culinary grave and is just going through the motions until someone puts it out of its misery?
  2. If you do get that sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach, is it ok to leave?

First, I’ll address number 2:  Can you leave? The short answer is yes, of course. You are choosing to spend your dining dollars at a business. By definition this is an at-will experience and if at any point (preferably prior to actually ordering although there are notable exceptions) you conclude that you’d prefer anethetic-free surgery to the meal in question, you can absolutely opt-out. Just remember to be respectful to the staff.

If there are multiple signs (and I don’t mean the hostess is seating another set of guests the second you grace the restaurant with your presence), then you can leave at one of a few pivotal moments either before or after you’ve been seated. You have not obligated them to making you any food or serving you drinks so I think you are free and clear to walk. If you have in fact ordered/received a drink, kindly pay the fare and be on your way.

Now for the more subjective issue of what precisely those signs are: An empty dining room in and of itself is not code for “the lights are about to be cut off.” If however you can check the boxes for multiple of the following, your no-so-good alarm should be sounding and you may want to reconsider spending your next hour here:

  • The dining room is empty around 7pm, particularly if it is a Thursday-Saturday.
  • It takes more than a minute or two for you to be greeted at the door by a representative of the dining establishment.
  • There is a bar and no person is manning the bar.
  • You are presented a menu where there are items crossed out. If they have a paper menu enclosed in one of those 1980’s clear plastic sleeves with the gold corners and they haven’t spent the time to reprint it with the current menu selections, walk out now. In fact, you have carte blanche to walk simply because of the presentation of the menu in the clear plastic sleeve.
  • The server initiates conversation with a laundry list of 86ed items as opposed to daily specials.
  • The atmosphere in general is dreary and more akin to a funeral rather than a nice, jovial evening.

The short of it is this: there are too many great restaurants in this city to spend your dollars triaging a dying patient.  I am all for trying new places and taking chances but caveat emptor and trust your gut. This is your meal, your experience and your money. Spend it wisely my friends.

Good Things Come to Those Who Wait: Restaurant R’evolution

She Said:

What’s a girl to do with her gum? I was fancied up, dress and heels, for a night on the town, grabbing a last-minute stick of gum as we walked the couple of blocks from the cab to the restaurant. The expected last trash can opportunity to discretely get rid of it before being seated failed to materialize and so I found myself across the table from my husband, all dressed up with no place for the gum to go…but only for a moment.

Notably absent from the new openings in New Orleans over the past two years is a spot-on fine dining establishment. Until now. Sure there have been some solid newcomers in the casual dining arena, but I had been left wanting for the knock it out of the park kind of place that is Restaurant R’evolution.

It’s been a long time coming. Literally. Nearly two years and over $8 million in the making, the joint venture between Chefs John Folse and Rick Tramonto opened officially on June 4, 2012, and we found  our first opportunity for a visit this past Saturday evening.

We arrived slightly tardy for our 6 pm reservation in a sea of Red Dress Run aftermath. The bar, even at 6pm, was packed. We were escorted to our table in the first of at least 3 dining rooms (three that we saw anyway). Continue reading

If Loving You is Wrong, I Don’t Wanna be Right: Dat Dog

Welcome to the funhouse

He Said:

Oh boy, there are so many reasons not to go to Dat Dog.

Thousands of them.

As in the thousands of calories that descend upon you, reducing you to a Rip Van Winkle stupor upon leaving and Amish-style shunning of the bathroom scale for days afterward.

And that is why it is with just a bit of guilt I tell you that if you’ve not been to Dat Dog, you must go.

I’ll admit it; we’re late to the game. The homage to all things dog has been open on Freret for more than a year now. They’ve already outgrown their launch location and moved across the street to a repurposed garage. We don’t eat a lot of hot dogs, and we don’t cherish any misguided illusions about how healthy they are, so whenever we discussed Dat Dog we just ended up somewhere else, until last week.

Let me tell you, that was a mistake, because calories aside I can’t find anything wrong with this place. Continue reading

My New Boyfriend: Magasin

CC Image courtesy Nina Matthews Photography at Flickr

She Said:

Dear John,

First, I want to thank you for all the good times, and we sure have shared some. Yes, there’s been far more good than bad, and that’s what’s kept me in this relationship. That is until perhaps now. You see, I’ve met someone new. I didn’t know it could happen like this, but one little experience and I am hooked. I’m counting the days until we see each other again, and I just can’t get that taste out of my mouth. The thought of him is dancing around in my head.

It’s not you, it’s me… Continue reading