Melba’s restaurant partnered with Manard Law to fight child hunger in New Orleans. No child will be turned away

Melba’s restaurant is a neighborhood spot known for dishing out New Orleans favorites such as overstuffed shrimp Po-Boys, Red Beans & Rice, Gumbo, Breakfast and much more is doing their the best to stay on top of the game where the coronavirus is concerned. In addition to ensuring that everyone that enters his establishment has measures in place to avoid the spreading of the COVID-19, the illness caused by the coronavirus. Owner, Scott Wolfe once again proves he is committed to giving back to the community that he grew in.

Melba’s is located in my St Roch neighborhood, which is 10 minutes from the French Quarter on Elysian Fields and Claiborne. It caters to everyone from locals to tourists, and I can’t imagine there’s not one person in the city who hasn’t eaten there at least once which is why I reached out to Scott to ask how the restaurant is adjusting to a new reality. Scott states that he has taken measures to ensure his customers and employees stay safe in these trying times. In continued efforts to slow the spread of the coronavirus Melba’s has removed all of their chairs and implemented carry out orders only. Until further notice, there will be NO in-person dining. Customers have the option to order online and pick up, which I highly recommend.

Scott Wolfe said, “WE are set up for drive-thru in our back yard should the government stop pick up orders.”

Scott has always been one to assist our St. Roch Community, especially our children which is why I wasn’t surprised when he told me Melba’s will be feeding our children! I was literally brought to tears when he sent me the flyer. Starting, today Monday, March 16th Melba’s partnered with Manard Law Firm to give Orleans Parish school kids FREE breakfast and lunch for the next two weeks! NO Child will be turned away!

Please bring in or send your children in to eat some of Melba’s delicious eats. I will look into finding volunteers who may be able to assist with walking children who live in the St. Roch neighborhood whose parents are working. Please let’s remind our children to be on their best behavior while walking to Melba’s as it is located on a busy intersection at Elysian Fields Ave and Claiborne Ave.

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Children will be able to choose from eggs, bacon, and sausage or chicken tenders, red beans, and rice. The meals will be served with one-time-use packaging and utensils to ensure hygiene and safety.

Melba’s Old School Po Boys –


1525 Elysian Fields Ave, New Orleans, Louisiana 70117

Try Paying it forward with a gift card purchase can help keep that neighborhood business going in the meantime.

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