On a busy corner sits a sports oriented bar that would be right at home in New Orleans’s French Quarter—or in 1958. It’s the kind of place where the hot sauce and the napkins share a cardboard Dos Equis six-pack holder. We’ve had some of the best red beans and rice anywhere right here, not to mention fried oysters in a sneaky Cajun sauce that could bring strong men to tears. The raw oysters rank among the best in town—and certainly the cheapest. (1/13)