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09/30/11
Mark Folse presents poetry at the Gold Mine Saloon
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09/23/11
Roast beef. French bread. Gravy. Lettuce, tomato, mayo. More gravy. Maybe some cheese, but hey, let's not get crazy. But don't forget the gravy. All become one, and the one is delicious. Here at New Orleans Magazine, we make no secret of our love for roast beef poor boys. And since we believe in giving the power to the people, we decided to ask you, the reader, the following question: What is your favorite roast beef poor boy that "ain't dere no more"? As always, please share your preference and the story behind it.
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09/16/11
The Shreveport-shot remake of Sam Peckinpah's Straw Dogs opened at midnight last night amid a swarm of rehashed controversy, holdovers from the original film that provoked violent backlash 40 years ago.
The original issue at stake was a brutal but ambiguous rape scene in which the victim seems to stop struggling and "enjoy" the rape. Remake director Rod Lurie axed that ambiguity, but he also got rid of a series of details that made the characters, though despicable, more three-dimensional.
In 1971, Dustin Hoffman's David Sumner is something of a chump hiding behind pacifism; he flees the United States in favor of rural England to avoid dealing with the Vietnam controversy and a declining but violent civil rights movement. Hesitant...
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09/09/11
This weekend's race schedule
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09/02/11
It was before dawn on Sunday when the water started to rise in the restaurant. In the still-dark morning, the cocoa-brown canal water crept over its banks and rolled down the hill, washed through the weather-worn picnic tables, hesitated at the foundation before cascading in through the cellar door, then the service door, then the front door.
The murky overflow rose in the basement, drowning the prep kitchen, the walk-in coolers, the crawl space with all of our flatware and glassware and t-shirts. It flooded the wine cellar, empty now thanks to the foresight of a manager who had directed a complaining staff of waiters to cart the thousands of bottles two stories up to the satellite cellar.
It flooded the employee bathroom, but that commode was such a tragic...
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Alex Gecan (it's a hard "c") is a Yankee and a carpetbagger. Despite these failings, he wisely moved to New Orleans in 2002. In 2008, he joined Renaissance Publishing as a humble intern. Since then, he has covered state politics and elections for The Trentonian in New Jersey, local news and events for The Brooklyn Ink in New York and penned a bevy of freelance articles. He eventually came full circle to rejoin Renaissance as Web Editor.
