Places I used to read ANTIGRAVITY That Ain’t Dere No More

I discovered ANTIGRAVITY soon after coming to New Orleans about a decade ago, way before I could pronounce lagniappe, Lafourche, or Nowe Miasto. As Dan began sharing clips for this issue, I realized from archived ads how many distro spots where I once found ANTIGRAVITY have disappeared. I’m not a New Orleans native, so I never had a coffee at Kaldi’s or a beer at Nick’s, but I guess it only takes a decade, a pandemic, a couple of hurricanes, and soaring rent prices to give everyone their own list of places that “ain’t dere no more.”

Angeli on Decatur
Angeli was the first place I ever ate in the Quarter, on St. Patrick’s Day no less. It was a casual red sauce Italian spot that would fit in culinarily anywhere east of the Mississippi, staffed by some of the kindest people on Lower Decatur. Beloved by locals, its eccentric decor seemed to intimidate newcomers and tourists until someone dragged them there to try the food.

The izakaya-style restaurant wasn’t exactly a respite from Frenchmen Street chaos—brass bands played just inside the tiny space, so servers strained to hear drunken customers’ mangled Japanese pronunciations. But it was part of what made Frenchmen more than just a New Orleans amusement park (along with the nearby Mona’s location, also no more).

Red’s Chinese
The food was uneven (but sometimes excellent if you ordered the right things and they managed to cook the chicken out of the temperature danger zone). It was the local epitome of 2010s hipster-sleaze dining, and it was always where the flakiest people I knew wanted to get dinner after disappearing for six months. I miss it very much.

Cafe Luna
Luna was on Magazine Street near Loyola and Tulane, but it usually saw more quirky Uptowners than students. It was a good stop on a meandering walk to Audubon Park to watch stray cats frolic on the stoop and hippies banter about ’70s rock.

For a while this Mid-City beer-and-burger dive never closed and had happy hour from 4 to 7, a.m. and p.m. They had live blues and rock music at all hours with no cover. I went in there one afternoon when I first moved to New Orleans after tripping on the uneven sidewalk (completely sober) and cutting my hand, and they could tell I was new to the city when I declined a beer with my Band-Aid.

Circle Bar
Circle Bar was where I first met the ANTIGRAVITY staff at the monthly “Office Hours” meetup—and saw innumerable great no-name touring bands on random weeknights. L-shaped music venues aren’t that common, probably since you can’t see the stage from most of the bar, but Circle Bar somehow made up for it.

Lost Love Lounge
This is one of many affordable late night food and drink spots that have disappeared from the Marigny in recent years. The Vietnamese kitchen was the highlight, except everyone would get the pho even after I told them the banh mi was better. Then they’d see I was right and want half my sandwich.

13 on Frenchmen
I once came here with a group of four on Mardi Gras Day and we got a table and food immediately. The bar food was fatty and great (boudin banh mi, tater tot nachos), the beer was cheap, it was in a prime location, and yet it was inexplicably never crowded. They also had weekly trivia nights (which I went to with various AG contributors over the years) with prizes so generous you could easily leave with a negative tab. Sibling bars Junction and Molly’s at the Market are still great, at least.

Illustration by Lizzie Parmenter

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