A late-night listening room in New Orleans. Spirits-forward, small plates, live music — and every bottle, every band, every hand in the chain Black-owned.
Doors open when the kitchen next door starts closing. Low light, brass, a heavy pour, and a band that gets paid by us. Music started three blocks from here, in a square where Sunday was the only free day of the week. We never stopped playing.
Buddy Bolden, Storyville, Tremé, Congo Square — drinks named for the ground American music was born on.
Uncle Nearest 1884, Branson Royal, Equiano, Oddusee Reserve. The premium shelf, poured slow. Build your own Gold Flight.
The bar, the sound company, the promoter, the artist. New Orleans has hundreds of music rooms. It has one where the whole chain is ours.
Live music, a gold pour, and a plate from the kitchen next door.