Hurricanes, 'Hand Grenades' and other bracingly potent, portable

beverages are not all that the Big Easy has to offer the visitor. After

public drunkeness, New Orleans' primary industries appear to be

voodoo shops and strip clubs. What little most visitors understand

of the Haitian religion of Vodou (or Voodoo) is dark and scary and

arcane, lending New Orleans its odd, creepy undertone -- the vague

sense that someone in each stumbling, rum-addled crowd will be

ceremonially butchered in a torch-lit swamp hut before the night

is out Those not being butchered will most likely end up at

Big Daddy's, 'Voted the Prettiest Girls in the South.' One of

our party so enjoyed his trip to Big Daddy's that he asked one

of the prettiest girls in the South to come out and visit him

in San Francisco, even going so far as to give her his credit

card to book the trip. She may very well be in California

by now. New Orleans that kind of town. 

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