4th Street (Westbank) Visitors Guide

For some time during 2002-2003 I ran a website called bottledviolence.com. This was an attempt to resurrect, in web form, a BBS that I ran back in high school. The BBS was scatological, juvenile, and irreverent. Lots of teen angst. The Washington D.C. City Paper once featured it in a cover story.

The website was not nearly as interesting, but at the time I was obsessed with New Orleans and had a whole section of the site devoted to some of the quirkier attractions I found. One popular item was a photo travelogue of 4th Street on the Westbank, which is one of the more “down and out” areas across the river. The travelogue was narrated as if it were a brochure from the New Orleans Convention & Visitors Bureau. This juxtaposition proved humorous to some.

I have decided to put the 4th St. pages back online. It’s a couple of years old, so some of the things in the pictures may no longer exist. If anyone enjoys it, I have more stuff like this I can post.

So without further ado: A Journey Down Fourth Street

4 Comments so far

  1. jfbiii (unregistered) on June 23rd, 2005 @ 9:07 pm

    Not bad, except for one glaring omission: Schnell’s restaurant, across the street from the Moulin Rouge. It was THE all night breakfast hangout on the Westbank. It’s been a couple of years since I’ve been there, so perhaps it’s now closed.

    One of those bars on the corner by the Moulin Rouge used to be a favorite watering hole of mine…$3 pitchers inspires a lot of loyalty. At the time, it was operated under the name Hunter’s and was the namesake of at least one baby who may or may not have been conceived on-property. It was the kind of place where coyly running your hand through a guy’s hair one too many times could lead to an early morning tryst in the Oakdale playground parking lot. It was also the starting point of one of the most fun bachelor parties I’ve ever attended. An innocent night of strippers, beer, and whipped cream ended outside of Bruno’s (uptown) with a stripper being body-slammed, a girlfriend sent to the hospital, two VERY pissed off strippers sitting in the back of a squad car on their way to Sheriff Foti’s Island Paradise, and a very happy (and very intoxicated) groom mumbling, “two hours ago I was touching her boobs, and now she’s arrested.”

  2. Mike Hoffman (unregistered) on June 24th, 2005 @ 1:20 pm

    I will always contend that what happens on the West Bank will always be crazier than what happens on the other side.

  3. Richard P. (unregistered) on June 24th, 2005 @ 9:19 pm

    Enjoyed your tour there. Used to be employed at what was once known as Witco-Gretna (now shut down w/ 140-plus employees laid off after 50-plus years of operation beginning as Sherwood Refining) right across from Olivares Conoco. Yes, I’ve been to happy hour at Jenny’s (the Sassy Bee at one time, if I remember right).

    What you’ve left off…if still around??…let’s see…DiSalvo’s bakery, Rathborne Industrial Park, Delta Commodities Terminal, Olivares Conoco, LeBoeuf’s po-boys, the Buccaneer restaurant, International Matex Tank Terminals (at one time BP), Pacific Molasses, the water tower, railroad tracks, grain trains, Jefferson Parish prison escapees….

  4. Dufrene (unregistered) on July 18th, 2005 @ 3:31 pm

    Hey bra. I grew up in Westwego but escaped in 1987. Fourth Street was full of hookers and drunks, heavy industry, cheap bars, hot tamale stands and had a KKK office. I remember the sight of Celotex lit up at night with that yellow green glow and the stench of arsenic vapors that would make anybody pack their bags for a new life thousands of miles away. However, Mike DeSalvo did sell the BEST bread on the planet. The Westbank had its moments. Buck’s snowballs, boating in Bayou Segnette, sunsets in the marsh with all those bugs roaring in your ears, real seafood from my uncle Waylon’s boat, cajun french spoken everywhere, hogshead cheese, stuffed crabs, blood sausage and boudin, watching ships on the Mississippi from the levee by the Harvey locks… And Mr Jimmy’s concrete shrine to Mary on Avenue G in Marrero. It was life, but not as we know it. Thanks for the pics.

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