It’s just the crappy little Beachcomber, pretty much at the corner of Canal, by Hope Mausoleum. It ain’t fancy, but they do damn good fried and pour a stiff drink for cheap. We’d passed it by a million times, but that’s where the tour started so we actually went in for the first time.

I wasn’t trying to keep it to myself, just assuming that most people reading this would be from away and wouldn’t be able to partake of the wonderfully awful artery clogging bounty.