Why do I love it?

Three things:

1) A part of me wants this to be my house. New Orleans distressed walls with a dash of speakeasy. It’s cozy as hell, and has an unspoken air that you better be a goddamn gentleman or gentle-lady when you walk through the door.

2) The oyster selection is more diverse than most, so you can be very adventurous.

3) You have to tell a few jokes before the bartenders start grinning, but we got there in the end. Facial expressions aside, the carefully executed cocktails kept us locked in for hours.

Go, just go.