NOLA Graffiti Art: Poor Boys Bar-Bathroom Graffiti

NOLA Graffiti Art: Poor Boys Bar-Bathroom Graffiti

While attending the Tamale Festival at Poor Boys Bar in New Orleans Treme Area with my cousin, Eric and I spent more time reading the walls in the bathrooms. It was actually entertaining and resembled graffiti art.

Poor Boys Bar is a really cool diverse dive bar with a calendar full of all type of events from hip hop night to drag shows. Someone decorated an old phone booth into a sitting area, in which I sat and took selfies. The manager and bartender treated us well and the music was awesome, I felt like I stepped back into the 90s.

The bartenders and owner were really cool, like so cool they brought us drinks and gave a toast.

“One of most mystical, fun , energetic experiences in many moons.” Someone scribbled along the walls amongst the rest of thousands of handwritten thoughts.

I met so many fun easy going people out on an adventure, one man brought me a box of chocolates. Its a cool bar with underground vibe.

“Great variety of shows and people. This is the perfect place to escape the tourist zone entirely,” was written in the reviews.

You get a crowd of some real good people here. Friends for life kind of good. Don’t get me wrong, it’s still a dive bar with some questionable characters coming through, but the majority of the people here have good hearts.

I highly recommend Poor Boys, well only for the not so uptight folks.🤗

Nola Chic

Native of New Orleans, who endured 20yrs cruel Minnesota Cold, I decided at 42yrs old it was time to pack up my then 6yr old and come back to my roots. I am all things that would challenge the belief of growing up in New Orleans. I was a 16yr old teen mother of a preterm 2lb baby girl born with a disability. With the help of my mother who had her own struggles. We survived the obstacles laid before us. I'm the proud mother of three children with two failed adoptions, as well as a grandmother of three, two grandsons and a granddaughter. I survived two abusive marriages. I successfully ran a soulfood restaurant and catering company in Minnesota for 12 years. I started creating custom cakes after the murder of my beloved cousin Melvin Paul.  He survived Katrina only to go to Minneapolis six months later to be murdered over a parking spot dispute.  I put my all into my cake business over the years as House of Cakes was started right out of my house in honor of him. I thought by having the big house on the hill, a husband, having a family, foster/adoptive mother at that, being involved in all things that matter, plus having the funds to match would cure me in a sense; but most of it poisoned my heart and soul. I had a broken heart and I felt deep down the only way to repair it was to get back to my roots, my soul, my home,  myself, my New Orleans. I'm here and I'm loving it. Even being in the so called Blighted Area of New Orleans and not having all the financial and material security, I'm happy. I am determined that She, yes New Orleans is a woman is just like me; together we will overcome and will rise from all that tried to kill our spirit. Nothing like starting from the bottom and making your way back up! I'm down in the boot, but I know I have a nice floppy hat awaiting my destiny...

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