by Sam Irwin September 22, 2014 Squirrel: It’s what’s for supper. It’s the other choice. The chicken of the tree, so to speak. It’s free-range and no hormones added ever. And they’re plentiful in south Louisiana. The drawback? You’ve got to go out to ...
by Katherine Macfarlane July 17, 2014 Around 8:30 a.m. one steamy summer morning, I pulled up to Café Flora, on the edge of the Marigny, and found a police car parked outside. Well, technically, it was across the street from Café Flora, closer to the entrance to Big Daddy’s, out of which people stumble as late as 9 a.m., forearms raised to block the sun from their squinting eyes, still clad in going-out skirts and boots. But I assumed that whatever was going on was going on inside my favorite coffee shop, which made me catch my breath. Nonetheless, I went inside.