So it was the mid-80’s. I was a professional bartender. Yup. That was my job. My life. (Special treat in here for those that read through this trip down memory lane.) I worked AND lived in the French Quarter for four years. I was what was referred to as a “Quarter Rat”. I tended bar at THE destination stop in The Quarter and had a balcony apartment a few blocks away. I had a 9-5 job just like everyone else, right? Well mine was 9 at night till 5 in the morning. 8 hours spent entertaining locals as well as tourists. A couple coworkers and I would go out after work just like everyone else, only our “out” started at 5am. Yes, there are places to go at that time in “The Quarter”.
First place we’d usually go was very near where I worked. It is called Johnny White’s, and it doesn’t close.
We were VERY frequent patrons of this place. I recall, one night, getting off early and heading over there. The place was packed and the bartender JD was “in the weeds” as we called it. The band Ratt was in town, and they were hanging out there. Another bartender and myself jumped behind the bar and decided to help. Apparently we did a VERY good job. JD erased our tab once things returned to normal. Well normal for Whites.
Our next stop on the way home to my apartment usually consisted of hanging out at The Dungeon for a few hours. There’s a great YouTube video there in that link. I remember the manager Art very well. One time he threatened to duct tape me to the bar stool. It’s because of that night I no longer drink tequila.
About The Dungeon
Originally opened in 1969 by Howard Clark. This was and still is today the rock and roll scene of New Orleans. Only known by word of mouth. This dark intriguing bar down the eerie ally was built on classic rock and roll. Everyone from Kiss, Queen, ZZ Top, 38 Special, Bad Company, and so many more would come here to hang out.
Here’s the entrance to the long alleyway to connects to the bar.
After leaving The Dungeon, usually about 8 am, we would step out of The Dungeon and step in right next door to hang out at Molly’s.
I do not think people can truly understand the degree of excess that we not only experienced, but also created. It was a time of hedonistic exploration where the money was great, but the saving wasn’t. I think I averaged about $50k a year cash the last two years. Do NOT ask where it all went. People tell me I had a great time and will die with no regrets. What a nice epitaph.
And for those that stayed through this and read though it all…oh brother I hope I don’t regret this….feel free to pile on. 🙂
Here is a picture of ME, the elusive Brandewulf, as seen in his natural habitat of the late 80’s. This was taken Halloween night behind the bar while I was working. Yes it is me, with full on 80’s “stache” and Alice Cooper eye makeup. Wish I still had hair…and was that thin.