Pat O’Brien’s

For a tourist trap, Pat O’Brien’s has genuine atmosphere and history, though the gift shop does lend a whiff of commercialism, and the Bourbon St boozeoisie has the run of the joint. Anyways, the bar could be in a barren white room and folks would still pack in for the trademark drink, the Hurricane, a lethal 29oz blend of rum, orange juice, pineapple juice and grenadine. ‘Hey, this doesn’t taste strong at all!’ Thirty minutes later: ‘Dude. I love you sho much. Whash yer name agin?’ The back courtyard, lit by flaming fountains, has an obvious allure for anyone who remembers wanting to jump ship during the Pirates of the ­Caribbean ride at Disneyland.