Before we visited New Orleans we were told about Pat O'Brien's bar. We were also told to beware of the hurricanes. Coming from Florida I smartly replied that we have hurricanes. They said not like these. I soon found out when we visited Pat O'Brien's bar.
The drink to have at Pat O'Brien's is its very own Hurricane, the dark rum and fruit juice concoction that has resulted in more Bourbon Street vomiting than possibly any other.
Dating back to speakeasy days, Pat O'Brien's is a festive, albeit very touristy spot--a good place to finish off that first Friday night in the Quarter after you've had a couple. You can sing all those songs you know the words to, like 'Cheeseburger in Paradise' or maybe your college fight song, while a couple of piano players accompany you and a large room full of people. Occasionally there is an antediluvian gentleman in dark glasses who plays, with the aid of some sort of metal claws attached to his fingers, a serving tray. The piano playing is awesome and non stop.