New Orleans rocks. You can drink in public (think walking down hot muggy streets with a big ole margarita in hand). Deep frying here is serriaas (think popcorn shrimp). People talk to you on the street and seem to mean it. It’s jazzin’. Fire hydrants double as pavement tables. Tarot readers ply their voodoo business by candlelight all night long. Red bull and cigarettes are cheap. More on the casino scene in due course, but so far, I’m lovin’ it.