Mandina's restaurant in New Orleans is an old Creole Italian restaurant in mid-city.
Photo: Cheryl Gerber for The New York Times
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In New Orleans, the Taste of a Comeback
IT is the siren call of a magnificent, broken city: “This, here, is the real New Orleans.”
Spend any time sweating through a shirt and walking slow and purposeful along Magazine Street toward a Sazerac before dinner, and you’ll hear the cry, in this bar or that one. You’ll hear it on the radio, driving the high-rise bridge over the Industrial Canal, someone spinning funk on WWOZ and talking about New Orleans soul. You’ll see it in the defiant eyes of a man lurching out of a second line in Pigeon Town.
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