Today’s forecast calls for scattered showers.
With weekend projections looking partly cloudy.
But by Wednesday, we’re seeing a major proliferation of po’boys.
Specifically at Royal, a high-spirited new spot with eccentric po’boys, Sazeracs and live jazz, opening Wednesday in Hollywood’s old Five0Four from Preux & Proper’s cabal. See the slideshow and the menu.
It’s a new New Orleans concept replacing an old New Orleans concept. With nary a Mardi Gras mask, bead or bauble in sight here. Just a gorgeously wilting French Quarter hothouse, sufficiently wrought-ironed and latticed-up. Just like you like them.
Happy hour’s a good place to start. With you and another person who never hits the Walk of Fame meeting halfway over French 75s and cognac-and-rye Sazeracs conceived by Pablo Moix.
If said potables lead to something else, like eating, you’re ordering po’boys filled with stuff like smoked salmon, burger and chorizo. With beignet churro chasers.
Time will pass—quickly, if Everclear-laced frozen daiquiris are consumed. You’ll ease into live brass or piano, or exercise your vote on the playlist using the bar’s app.
Hillary’s probably still inevitable.
With weekend projections looking partly cloudy.
But by Wednesday, we’re seeing a major proliferation of po’boys.
Specifically at Royal, a high-spirited new spot with eccentric po’boys, Sazeracs and live jazz, opening Wednesday in Hollywood’s old Five0Four from Preux & Proper’s cabal. See the slideshow and the menu.
It’s a new New Orleans concept replacing an old New Orleans concept. With nary a Mardi Gras mask, bead or bauble in sight here. Just a gorgeously wilting French Quarter hothouse, sufficiently wrought-ironed and latticed-up. Just like you like them.
Happy hour’s a good place to start. With you and another person who never hits the Walk of Fame meeting halfway over French 75s and cognac-and-rye Sazeracs conceived by Pablo Moix.
If said potables lead to something else, like eating, you’re ordering po’boys filled with stuff like smoked salmon, burger and chorizo. With beignet churro chasers.
Time will pass—quickly, if Everclear-laced frozen daiquiris are consumed. You’ll ease into live brass or piano, or exercise your vote on the playlist using the bar’s app.
Hillary’s probably still inevitable.
