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Happy Halloween!

We’re celebrating the holiday by checking through the archives for the scariest places and spaces we’ve been? Dare to go on..?

…Roam among the gravestones of survivors of yellow fever and the University of Tennessee’s “bodies of science” dedication in Elwood Cemetary in Memphis, Tennessee
…Check out the rumors of witchcraft and Native American folklore at 40 Acre Rock Heritage Preserve in South Carolina
…Drift among the above-ground graves of New Orleans, Louisiana
…Take a real ghost tour in Key West, Florida
…Look for Jack the Ripper while walking the streets of London, England
…See if you pass the ghost of an Emperor in the Ming Mang Tomb in Hue, Vietnam
…Poke around the ports of Charleston, South Carolina and Savannah, Georgia to see if you can scare up any pirates…

…HAPPY HALLOWEEN!…

Great Eat: P & G Restaurant & Bar, New Orleans, LA

Stumbling into the little hole in the wall that is the P&G Restaurant and Bar in the Warehouse District of New Orleans, Louisiana was a great idea. This small restaurant has everything you could want in terms of New Orleans staple fare: po boys, creole-spiced seafood, rice & beans, and excellent salads. The woman who takes your order might call you darlin’ or honey, and the chef’s name is “Miss” So-and-So – very authentically southern. While the restaurant might be small, do note the Zagat sign outside; you won’t be the first patron to enjoy these home-cooked meals, but you might be one of the few folks who venture outside of the more popular French Quarter to get some good grub. Grab a chair and a Coke (they do have beer, like everywhere else in New Orleans) and people-watch during the week, as P&G’s is located right off of Baronne Street, where many of the city’s white collar folks work and play. Even something as simple as a shrimp salad will be delectable, with itty-bitty spiced shrimp tossed on a bed of cucumbers, lettuce, and baby tomatoes with the house’s special home-made dressings. So give P&G a try next time you’re in the Big Easy!

345 Baronne Street | New Orleans, LA 70112-1628 | (504) 525-9678

New Orleans, LA

The Big Easy. Sin City. The City of the Dead. Saints Country. There are so many names for the big southern sprawl that is New Orleans, which is fitting because the city defies many expectations and categorizations. You’ll undoubtedly hit the French Quarter, where there’s an ATM in every bar and likely a decent band inside as well. The architecture was largely preserved despite Hurricane Katrina, so the wrought-iron work is still as dazzling as it was in the 1800s. You can hit up Cafe DuMonde for your requisite beignet, but lines start early. Similarly, Jackson Square has plenty of artists and local fortune tellers lined up to offer you some voodoo-lite type Nawlins experiences, but you’re better off hitting the voodoo shops if you want more authenticity. On that note, I was told that there’s no restaurant worth standing in line for in NOLA – they’re all good – but it is worth hanging around the end of Jackson Square to watch the oyster shuckers work their speedy magic on some of the freshest shellfish around. Take the Canal Streetcar (see if you can find the one named “Desire”) out of the city’s main drag to the New Orleans city park, which has a sculpture garden and plenty of fun for kids or kids at heart, and the park’s layout is beautiful and takes into account the tiny St. John’s Bayou, so you can get a feel for the swamp surrounding NOLA. Around the corner from the park (which also houses a museum) is the famed St. Louis Cemetery #3, where voodoo priestesses and NOLA’s various notable citizens are buried in the spooky yet fascinating above-ground tombs. The New Orleans aquarium is great ($3 and you can feed parakeets) as is its modern art museum, and history lovers shouldn’t miss the wonderful World War II museum near Lafayette Square (say La-fee-yet). Taking the St. Charles streetcar will put you in the Garden District, a beautiful antebellum neighborhood where the ceilings of porches are painted light blue to ward off the evil spirits, as is the custom in much of the deep and deeply superstitious South. The Lafayette cemetery is here, as well as the wallet-busting Magazine Street, a spot full of art, antiques, boutiques, and great eats. Heading up to Frenchman’s Street in the lesser-tourist-frequented Marginy area means more jazz and blues music, but in a decidedly less-loutish atmosphere than the French Quarter, but this area of New Orleans borders Treme and the Ninth Ward, areas where crime is high and Katrina rehabilitation remains incomplete. Mid City offers some neat places to shop and eat, but there’s really no place in New Orleans that wouldn’t offer the average tourist some interest – so head south, grab a drink, and, as the locals say – Laissez les bons temps rouler!

JR: International Jazz Festivals; New Orleans, LA & Montreal, Canada

All That Jazz – No, I don’t mean the 1979 musical directed by Bob Fosse. I’m referring to some great music that takes place in two great cities every summer. So, save your money and get a passport even though you won’t be leaving the continent. During the last weekend in April through the first weekend in May, America’s greatest party city, New Orleans, puts on the Jazz and Heritage Festival. Neither Katrina nor British Petroleum had the power to stop this extraveganza. Fairgrounds Race Course, which has raced thoroughbreds since 1852 (that’s right, you skeptics, not even the Civil War can slow down a party in New Orleans), erects twelve separate stages around its mile oval track. From 11 a.m. to 8 p.m. each day you can walk around the you can walk around the track and hear music that runs the gamut between Dr. John and Buckwheat Zydeco, or Lionel Ritchie and the Black Crowes, Cowboy Mouth and The Louisiana Jazz Repreatory Company, or the Allen Toussaint Jazz Project and Pearl Jam. Over the years I have listened to the Allman Brothers, Fats Domino, Santana, Pete Fountain, Harry Connick Jr., Better Than Ezra, The Lost Bayou Ramblers, Simon & Garfunkel, Ziggy Marley (Bob’s son) and Clarence “Gatemouth” Brown – sometimes on the same day. The stages change acts every thirty minutes. They do it quickly and efficiently and there is never a time when you are out music. A single day’s ticket will run you around fifty dollars. As for food, don’t get me started…every type of cuisine imaginable from Cajun to Greek to central African to Jamaican is available throughout the infield, along with arts & crafts of varying types and prices. The best bet is to drive your car into Marconi Field, pay a small fee to park all day and ride one of the constant shuttle buses to the track’s front gate. You can even buy a ticket at a tent in Marconi Field. Expect daily crowds of up to 100,000 people.

If you can’t satiate your musical hunger in New Orleans, drive across our northern border two months later. Be sure to bring your passport. You will need to prove that you’re not a musical terrorist. Each year since 1980, Canada has held the Festival International de Jazz de Montreal for ten straight days during the last week of June and the first week of July. Montreal has no race track. This is a city-wide party. Streets are roped off, stages erected, private clubs open doors, concert halls turn over their staid classical venues to the likes of likes of Prince and B.B. King. Over three days, 650 acts will be available for your listening pleasure. Your biggest problem will be choosing who to hear – Tony Bennett or Diana Krall, Norah Jones or Al Jarreau, etc.  Many of the bands on the streets can be enjoyed  for free. The atmosphere is more cosmopolitan and erudite and less funky than New Orleans. What would you expect from people who say “what are you aboot?”  But, fun is fun wherever you go and Montreal is a fun city. Expect to be milling about the downtown area with fifty thousand people more than usual and expect prices on food and hotels to be higher than usual. But, if you get too drunk and need your stomach pumped, remember they have socialized medicine.

Perhaps the best thing about attending both festivals is that, whether you’re speaking to a Cajun or a Canuck, the same words work – “Laissez les bon temps roules.”

Juror #3/Jim McGarrah

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