Staggering Through Fog
Even though this column’s supposed to be about the bars of San Francisco, given the unbelievably tragic events of the last couple of weeks, we simply must pay due respect to the drinkin’-est city this side of Bavaria. Of course we're talkin' bout New Orleans. Things may look bad now, but we know that you’ll rise again and take back your rightful place at the throne of Fat Tuesday’s mayhem.
Save Crescent City!
Though New Orleans was spared the worst of Katrina, it doesn't mean that's it's all coming up roses for the Big Easy. A levee has broken, folks who evacuated may not be able to return for days, and looting has broken out. Of course, as you all know, for breaking news and the personal stories behind the tragedy, check out Technorati's Katrina page, search Flickr for photos or drop in on New Orleans Metblogs. Our hearts go out to folks all over the gulf coast and inland who have lost homes, friends and relatives. SFist Violet is doing her part, filling in for the sopping wet Jonno over at Fleshbot. You can pitch in, too, by donating to the Red Cross disaster relief fund.
Wanted: N'Awlinsist Editor
We've joked on the site before that the only other editorial job in the nascent 'ist empire that we'd like to take would be the one in Crescent City, AKA The Big Easy, AKA New Orleans. Lord almighty do we love that town. The taste of a chicory café au lait with a sugar-dusted beignet, grits and eggs with a beer at seven in the morning, and the bourbon before getting into a cab to cross the Mississippi river will stay with us forever. And the music...wow. Seriously. Wow.

