Monday, September 27, 2010
Sour grapes, Chef? Perhaps.
But, then again, this visual evidence suggests how real we kept it in and out of the seats of the Dome on Sunday. Enjoy the photographic stylings of Ms. Shootz to Kill:
Wednesday, September 22, 2010
Tuesday, September 21, 2010
Imagine it, Tom.
70,000+ blinged-out birds being flipped simultaneously in the direction of the Falcons bench.
Oh, yeah. The menu board is open.
RicknGentilly provided the foreshadowing for a 2-0 start with the following footwear comment, posted days before Sacred Hart defeated the San Francisco Swirling Crosswinds:
fun fact: one of tom dempsy's shoes is hanging from the ceiling of the absinthe house bar on bienville and bourbon.The 649 Bistro response to this historical nugget?
my wife used to bartend there and every time i would stop in to say hi to her i would find myself staring at that relic from my childhood.
i know when mr tony sold the biz to jobert some one took down a bunch of the helmets from the ceiling and replaced them with replicas.
there was no replica for mr dempsy's shoe so it went back up.
one more fun fact: the heirs to the spainards who owened that property during spanish colony times still get a roality check once a year for the use of their property.
After Sacred Hart-ley goes 4-4 tonight into a swirling Candlestick wind, I plan a toast to Dempsey's hanging shoe at that very spot.So, in the larger Who Dat cosmos, this suggests a Tom Dempsey half-a-foot toast at the very locale he watched the Super Bowl back in February.
Details will follow.
Monday, September 20, 2010
Today marks the 38th birthday of a Cafe 641/649 Bistro staple, our very own adult industry chef. We believe that one day, the offspring of this mild-mannered porn star will look back on this year and label it thus: the year of the Porn Chef!
We offer this small tribute, a list of every Who Dat to wear the #38:
Phil Vandersea (LB) 1967
Tony Baker (RB) 1968‐71
Bill Butler (RB) 1972‐74
George Rogers (HB) 1981‐84
Calvin Nicholson (CB) 1989,91
Donovan Greer (CB) 1997
Usama Young (CB) 2007
Greg Fassitt (CB) 2009‐
footnote: Visual evidence suggests a direct lineage between former Saint Phil Vandersea and Porn:
Footnote 2: Or perhaps Bill Butler.
Thursday, September 16, 2010
Tuesday, September 14, 2010
Wednesday, September 08, 2010
Tuesday, September 07, 2010
"pointing at the chump who's eating his dust as he crosses the goal line, only with a different finger this time."Me?
I want to see Gregg Williams lead the defense out of the tunnel on a black and gold stallion twirling a rope lasso attached to a pair of charred Wranglers.
That would be nice.
Thursday, everything changes. The Superdome lights dim. A banner drops. The Who Dat nation is transformed.
From pitiful to powerful. Long-suffering to non-suffering. Wannabes to wildebeests.
But don't kid yourself, New Orleans Saints fans. This won't be easy. We've been lovable losers for a long time. After 43 years below sea level -- literally and figuratively -- it can be dizzying to suddenly find yourself cheering from such lofty heights. Seventy-thousand people fainting will not create the hostile environment Coach Sean Payton is counting on when the Minnesota Vikings come to town for Thursday's nationally televised, prime-time kickoff to the 2010 National Football League season.
So it's important to get your mind right. The Aints ain't dere no more. We are now officially fans of the (ahem) Defending Super Bowl Champions. And we must prepare ourselves accordingly.
Herewith, five tips to ease your transition to the new Who Dat normal.
1. Don't change your underwear.
Or your socks, your shoes, your shirt, or anything else you wore on Feb. 7, 2010. Whatever game-day routine you followed for the playoffs and Super Bowl, follow it again. Same pre-game meal. Same parking spot. Same seat on the sofa. Same spouse -- if you were divorced during the off-season, I'm sorry, you have 48 hours to reconcile.
And for the last time, if you chew gum, it's Juicy Fruit, not bleepin' Spearmint!
2. Parade after the season, not before.
With all due respect to the NFL ... a victory parade for a team that is 0-0? Really? Isn't that like going on your honeymoon before the first date?
Nice gesture, but the reality is that on game day, True Dats only want to be one of three places: in front of a TV; inside the Dome; or outside the Dome, wishing they were inside.
Same goes for the pre-game concert in Jackson Square. Nothing against Taylor Swift and the Dave Matthews Band. It's just that these sorts of slickly produced, made-for-TV concerts, with their carefully rehearsed audiences and crowd control wristbands, lack some essential New Orleans mojo.
We're not a follow-the-script kind of town. We're an onside-kick-to-start-the-second-half-of-the-Super-Bowl kind of town. Do something crazy and unexpected and let a little magic happen. No wristbands required.
Better idea: TiVo the festivities and join the impromptu parade up and down Poydras Street, where you'll probably find some old guy with a trumpet playing "When the Saints Go Marching In" while strangers in Saints jerseys dance like lovers on the sidewalk. It's hard to imagine Taylor Swift's new single topping that.
3. Be nice to Paw-Paw (not).
Trust me, my smack-talking brethren, I know how tempting it is to make wisecracks about how Brett Favre is the only NFL player who wears a Depends jockstrap, how the federal government agreed to refund his entire 2010 salary to the Vikings as part of the Cash for Clunkers program, how he wears a tiara in the locker room so his head coach remembers to genuflect, etc.
But that's not Super Bowl Champion talk. That's Sore Loser talk. That's almost as bad as, "No fair! You hit our quarterback too hard!" Or, "Wait a minute! Our quarterback didn't get to play in overtime, you need to change the rules!"
We're better than that. Brett Favre has never done anything to deserve an ungracious welcome from New Orleans Saints fans. He's a warrior (diva), and a Hall of Famer (in the Drama Queen Hall of Fame). We should greet him with all the respect he deserves (boo him till your lungs melt).
And as soon as the referees start treating him like a Faberge egg, making "blow to the ankle" a 15-yard penalty, flagging every defender who so much as breathes hard on his Pennzoil-injected joints, and otherwise indulging seven months of the Viqueens' whiny-baby roughing-the-geezer complaints, let him really hear it.
4. Ignore the cliches.
You know what I'm talking about -- the talking points that coaches and players trot out after a big win to help them keep it real. These directives do NOT apply to us.
Cliche No. 1: "Forget about last season."
Why? So we can remember the Russell Erxleben era?
The memory of last season is the cure for a 40-year case of football fatalism. "Here we go again" is now, "Hey, no problem." "Wait till next year" is now, "Wait till the next play." "I can't bear to look" is now, "Cool. We got this."
Bagheads are then. Super Bowl rings are now.
Cliche No. 2: "Act like you've been there before."
This is how coaches keep exuberant players from getting carried away, but it doesn't apply to New Orleanians. There's no excessive celebration penalty for cities; if there were, they'd have shut this place down centuries ago.
Les bons temps rouler is in our DNA. We're genetically incapable of acting like we've been there before. If we approached these moments with more restraint, more circumspection, more maturity, we'd be ... Minnesotans.
So, if some killjoy starts blabbing about how "even if we win another Super Bowl it'll never be as special as the last one," just tell him this:
True love always feels like the first time.
And then invite him to see for himself on Sunday, Feb. 6, 2011, at Cowboys Stadium in Dallas, site of Super Bowl XLV.
5. Blow the lid off the joint.
Just like we always do. Because some things should never change.
Two Dat, baby.
Black & goldly yours,
Mark Lorando, Who Dat
Revision: For our readers who might have missed it ... "As originally published in the New Orleans Times-Picayune"
First, a Super Bowl appearance.
Then, a partnership with Mike McKenzie's 34 Ways Foundation for a tailgating party on Thursday night.
And now there's talk of NFL credentials? Go ahead Mother Hen and Nola Chick!
Monday, September 06, 2010
Hampton has been on the Nordic radar since this:
"The Vikings need to go down there and hit that town like Katrina."
Sunday, September 05, 2010
Thursday, September 02, 2010
- Black & gold bikes
- Mustaches (to be blessed/affixed at the Superdome)
- Functioning liver
The original Cafe 641 Cocktail Chef (Ms. Jeanne Vidrine) for piecing together our route & schedule.
The Vieux Carre Hair Shop for selecting the Super Bowl XLIV-winning mustache back in August 2009. Vieux Carre Hair Shop, the official lip-sweater provider of the Dash for the 'Stache. Stop by to pick up your mustache and tell Lynn that Chef sent ya.
The hairy details: