In the latest Hollyweird South news (aside from Blake Lively and Ryan Reynolds — who totally fell in love while filming Green Lantern here — getting secretly married this weekend), the sexy New Orleans bar/restaurant from Magic Mike star Channing Tatum called Saints and Sinners will open within the first two weeks of October. The restaurant is located on 627 Bourbon St., just "stumbling/staggering distance" (as every media outlet is saying) from Pat O'Brien's for all you French Quarter glug-glugs.
There's scant information about what exactly this place will offer, but here's what we know about Saints and Sinners, a phrase that's never been used before for a New Orleansy thing:
- On Monday's episode of the pinot grigio-soaked Bravo trainwreck Watch What Happens Live, Tatum's wife Jenna Dewan-Tatum talked a little bit about the restaurant. All she said was that it's "burlesque-themed" and that there will be no male strippers involved in an official capacity. The video is below; she starts talking about Saints and Sinners around the :50 mark.
- There's a website and Facebook page up for the restaurant, neither of which provide too much information beyond a slogan — "where the red light is always on!" — and a clue that perhaps old timey naked ladies wrapping themselves in fabrics will be part of the experience. Browsing through the Facebook photos I did find photos of actual food, and I also spotted someone who appears to be our old friend Jemmye Carroll from The Real World: New Orleans!
- Saints and Sinners needs people to work there and hawk its sexy, sumptuous foods. According to the Facebook page, they had a hiring event Monday, but they are still looking for employees — anyone, really: cooks, servers, bartenders, hosts and "security" are among the positions mentioned.
- Tatum's 21 Jump Street co-star Jonah Hill is excited.
My brother @channingtatum is opening up a sick restaurant/bar in New Orleans next month. Follow the bar here: @sandsnola
— Jonah Hill (@JonahHill) September 7, 2012
Will Saints and Sinners be the hotspot for the Hollywood South elite, a haven for shrieking bachelorette parties, or a sad purple-tinted cavern staffed with a lone burlesque dancer and a man outside yelling at you to come in for some Magic Mike-tinis and and a $35 steak 'n' shrimp pile? Feel free to speculate in the comments.