There’s no real consensus among New Orleanians when it comes to the best gas station fried chicken. Some claim Brothers, Magnolia Discount or Keys, but in all honesty, anywhere supplied by Krispy Krunchy does the job ($3 for a 2 pc.).
Eight grown men squeezed into a pink house across the street from a jail (Money Mike?) in search of the best chicken, po’ boy (Parkway Bakery), mufaletta (Central Grocery) and other culinary offerings the Crescent City has to offer – the only hiccup being a vegan soul food joint. “Siri, find real chicken.”
George is missing, again. At least he has plenty of 35mm film. Also, his new name is Tony.
-Silk “Freak Me”
A lot of the streets are still pretty fucked up from Katrina, which makes skating from spot to spot pretty painful. If you’re too broke to rent a car or shell out for a dozen Ubers every day, bike rentals are a solid bet – go to Arts District Bikes (1121 Margaret Pl.). $20 a day with basket, light, and lock included.
