Intoxicated fumes of breath and a clammy handshake. Missing teeth in a captivating smile….
N’awlins’ reputation precedes it and this is the first impression, before the jazz and blues spin rhythms with the muggy air, before the Cajun spices mount the offensive. Have you been where elegance and refinement consort passionately with the grit and grime? Indolence is King so strap your principles on and hang tight or lose ‘em. It’s a schizophrenic transvestite full of wit, this crazy town. And you’ll never forget her.
Knock back some Southern Comfort. This show will be painful.