It took a humble little juke joint on Orleans Avenue in the historic Treme neighborhood of New Orleans to knock Bar Tonique off its lofty perch of favorite drinkery in the city.

Tonight, November 1st 2014, Ooh Poo Pah Do turns one year old and I am champing at the bit to get up there and soak in some old school hospitality and watch good Lord knows who command their tiny bandshell. Could be Trumpet Black or maybe even Trombone Shorty as it’s his extended family that owns this little jewel.

I first stumbled upon Oop (as I like to refer to the bar) during a long strut up Orleans Avenue back in the Spring during a second line. The bartenders and regulars were so friendly that it quickly became my favorite watering hole in the city. Nine times out of ten you can’t get out of there without Judy Broadus (Miss Ooh Poo Pah Do and owner) feeding you a bowl of gumbo, red beans and rice or smothered chicken….gratis. Oop is not a restaurant but they still crank plenty great soul food out of the back of the house.

But at its heart Oop is a juke joint, a live music club built for shaking your tail feathers, getting rowdy and blowing off some steam at the end, middle or beginning of a long work week.

Hope to see y’all out tonight.

Oop Poo Pah Do

1931 Orleans Avenue

New Orleans, LA



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