Count de Money makes Mel Brooks proud. Photo by Teddy. 
Seriously. Do not ask me what this means. I was not drunk enough to understand.
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Photo by Teddy. 
Photo by Teddy. 
Photo by J-R.
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One mad man's race to devour every bit of food, music, and culture that stands in his path.
About Me
- Brian Ferdman
- I was born, and then some shit happened, and now I'm here, writing a run-on sentence, one that relies too heavily upon commas, a very underrated punctuation mark, if you ask me.
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- Dinner at Dante's
- Liftoff at Tipitina's->Crash Landing at Le Bon Tem...
- Thoth Brings the Pain
- From Backyard to Bacchus
- The Post-Bacchus Bacchanalia
- Finally, The French Quarter
- Such a Night
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- On to Orpheus
- Lundi Gras at Tips
- Onward and Upward
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- The Quest for Julu
- There are costumes...and then there are works of g...
- Bourbon Street: Enter at Your Own Risk
- Delicious Chaos on Frenchmen Street
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