Sadly, last time I was in NOLA there was no real French bread for the po-boys. Just some kind of soft flat stuff people seemed to get used to. My family down there didn't want to talk about it, other than something about the bakeries being gone. It's just Katrina bread now, not the stuff that ripped into the roof of my mouth as a kid. Strange place, now. My wife and I drove along Lakeshore Drive, saw the abandoned mansions and many for sale, unrepaired. We stood in the center of Lakeshore Drive, right by the Mardi Gras fountain- no traffic! Couldn't even see any vehicles coming, around lunch time!
FYI, we also discussed the death count, and the "federal" way of counting the deaths- no body, no count. Fat gators and fertilized swamp doesn't count.
Maybe if the Dish magazine covered that stuff, I'd subscribe. But then, that's not what they're for.