Brings me back to the Reggae clubs/Reggae nights in New Orleans a decade ago. Sometimes the place would get raided and they'd find more guns than people. Sometimes people would be rolling spliffs up on top of the bar all night with no interruption. Sometimes there would be a shooting, sometimes it would be great vibes all night and every little thing would be irie. Eventually one of our favorite joints got shut down; if memory serves me right (it doesn't always with the memories from those days) "Butlers" in the 17th ward was one of those places.