Looking like a bayou bait shack tarted up for Christmas, Snake & Jakes is an institution. Some say the place messes with the space-time continuum – enter at 3am and a mere five minutes later you’re stumbling outside as the sun rises. If this happens to you, pat yourself on the back: you're now a fully fledged honorary New Orleanian.
If you end up here any time before 3am, it’s probably too early. When you’re out with your buddies and someone says, ‘Let’s go to Snakes,’ that’s a sure sign the night is either going to get much better or immeasurably worse.
