Posted on 02/26/2017 7:12:11 AM PST by ColdOne
A few years after I was there they changed the sign on the side of the building.
It then read “Nick’s Big Train Bar.”
They had a big mural of a train on the back wall.
I went there with a couple of other GIs to “celebrate” getting our orders for VietNam.
I hung around the Uptown area. Sometimes went to Fat Harry's, but usually went to ATII's (Audobon Tavern II).
I suspect his insurance minimums will not cover.
[Summer of 1969 in New Orleans La, I saw something I had never seen before and have never seen since - Cops helping a drunk *into* his car.
I don’t blame any one who doubts this.
I couldn’t believe it even as I watched it.]
I believe it. In 1997 at the Brickyard 400 I was dumbfounded at the amount of heavily intoxicated people coming out and getting into their cars and driving away. It was amazing. I expected a 10,000 car pileup on the highway.
While heading down the interstate from Indianapolis raceway, I saw trooper after trooper with people pulled over dumping beer cans on the side of the road.
Never saw anything like that since and can only imagine what it is like down in NO at this time.
LOL! Back in those days (’68-’69) Bourbon Street was open to vehicular traffic. More than a few burn outs were done back then half way down Bourbon. First in a ‘66 Ford Fairlane GT 390/4spd then with a ‘69 Road Runner 383/4spd. Good times. ;-)
“Must be a muzzie or an illegal, otherwise we would already know who did this.”
He is from Ponchatoula and could be a member of the PLO (Ponchatoula Liberation Organization) or the much more popular and dangerous (PLO) Ponchatoula Inebriation Organization.
No name? That’s telling.
No, he’s a local guy born and raised in Louisiana who happened to be driving drunk and lost control of his vehicle, a pickup truck. His name is Nielsen Rizzuto, 25 years old. Here is a link from NOLA.com with his picture.
http://www.nola.com/crime/index.ssf/2017/02/im_frozen_says_grandmother_of.html#incart_river_index
Oh good memories of dancing the night away at L’Enfants.
Dude, I was 7-years-old in a bingo parlor in New Orleans with my granny and I walked up to the window and asked the guy for a root beer. When I was walking away and started drinking, it tasted weird. Guy gave a 7-year-old beer. Now, you could say he figured I was getting it for an oldster. I say “only in New Orleans.”
I remember Nick’s. They had this ridiculous huge drink with multiple straws, the container was shaped like a small toilet.
When I visited Nick’s in ‘69 I was but a lad of 21.
Of course I was already a year into the Army and was growing
up a lot faster than I had been in prior years as a student.
(I could go off on a tangent here about why military service
should be compulsory, but I’ll save that for some other thread.)
I was just getting introduced to the world of fancy cocktails.
And Nick’s was just the place to round out that bit of my education.
I recall ingesting two drinks in particular.
(Out of a dipsomaniac’s dream binge.)
One was called a Wagon Wheel - contained Cognac and Southern Comfort.
Another was the Sherman Tank - Bourbon Whiskey and B&B.
Both drinks had just enough mixer to get them down the hatch.
The end result was a heady mixture of euphoria -
followed by projectile vomiting.
I’m thinking that drink you were served in the toilet bowl
might have been a bit of genius prior planning.
Lol lol! So true, a bit of foreshadowing for the revelers. It wasn’t me, though, I stuck with Abita Amber in those days.
Ah yes. Abita Springs beer. Ya know, I never went inside at L’Enfants. LOL! Do you remember the portion of I-10 that started off of Canal and headed west towards Metarie? Zoom zoom! LOL!
Oh yeah, I know exactly the on-ramps and section of I-10 of which you speak. That was also the elevated section of highway all those people got stranded on after hurricane Katrina.
And Metairie, I’ve lived in both Fat City and Metairie Ridge. In the city I lived in By-Water when I was stationed at NSA on Dauphin St. L’Enfants became a spot popular with Hispanics when I was there pre-Katrina. A Navy musician friend of mine played in one of the live bands that appeared regularly. She was not Hispanic but they needed her trumpet skills. I would go and hang out with her. Pre-Katrina it was a nice club. I have no idea if it’s even open anymore. Our NOLA of the old days no longer exists. I miss the area terribly, so many memories.
Okay, now the world IS shrinking. My dad was the commanding officer at the NSA on Dauphine St back in ‘68-’70. One of the 4 ships I was on when I was in the Navy was the USS Hyman across the river in Algiers. Help, the world is shrinking............... LOL!
No way! That’s amazing! I love it! I took that Navy ferry boat between the east and west bank twice everyday. I also lived in Terrytown and Algiers briefly. Yes, it’s a small world, especially in the Navy.
LOL! My folks had a house off of Belle Chase Highway and my dad used to take the motor launch from Algiers Naval Station where I was across the river every day to Dauphine St. Too funny.
No doubt you’ve been to the Westwego fish market, where we could get the world’s freshest shrimp straight from the fishermen. We used to go to the Belle Chasse air show every year, too. I miss the world’s best fishing in Grande Isle, too. I wish I didn’t live so far away from there now (Pennsylvania), I’d be visiting all the time.
LOL! Roadside shrimp may have been fresher. Yeah, if it weren’t for the humidity, we might still be in the south. Can’t deal with it anymore.
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