I was lucky enough to waitress and cashier at the A&G Restaurant at Elks Place and Canal during the 70's (same decade as the Rault Center burning down and the sniper attacks from the Howard Johnson's around the corner). At the time it was the only A&G restaurant in town left and our specialty of the house was the fried chicken platters.
We even accepted vouchers from the enlisted guys shipping out that were issued to them by The Custom House on Canal Street and they all stayed across the street at the LaSalle Hotel next to The Saenger..
I'm just turning 53 this year, attended Holy Rosary for the first few years of schooling, grew up in the "hood" on Taft Place as a part of the "Gele" clan that owned the meat market on the corner of Dumaine and No. Hagan and have some fond memories of driving across that bridge as a passenger in the back seat of my grandfathers' Ford Fairlane, watching as he hogged the center of what could be hardly called a two-lane bridge, cussing the passing motorist the entire time in language hardly flattering of such an otherwise devoutly Catholic man.
I can also remember diving from that bridge as a pre-teen, cooling off from the sultry summer heat. If Momma had ever caught us....but alas, I'm sure she knew!
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