Is there any finer place to ride out a legendary French Quarter thunderstorm than sitting at the ancient wooden bar at Tujague’s with a Dark and Stormy and a plate of brisket.

When I was a teenager I read about Tujagues in a Jane and Michael Stern book and determined that this was the sort of place I needed to make a pilgrimage to.

I’ve been going back ever since.

823 Decatur St

New Orleans




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