Meyer The Hatter

Lonely Planet review

This place is a cluttered asylum for people who are mad about hats. If that doesn't include you, then we'll have you know that New Orleans is a hat town, and hats are good. A brim shades the forehead, covers up the sweaty mess New Orleans turns your hair into and makes you look fuckin cool. This shop, just a half block from Canal St, has a truly astounding inventory of world-class headwear.

Biltmore, Dobbs, Stetson and Borsalino are just a few of the classy hatmakers represented. Those hip-hoppy Kangol Player hats are also sold here. Fur felts dominate in the fall and winter, and flimsy straw hats take over in the spring and summer. The clerks shoo away interlopers who come looking for the wrong type of hat at the wrong time of year.