On a typically hot July summer day In 1966 my fiance, now wife, and I first entered Napoleon House for a late afternoon drink. We were greeted by a portly, balding waiter attired in a full white apron. He seated us at a small round table under a paddle fan that pretended to stir the thick New Orleans air. An old 78 Caruso record was playing on the record player. I looked around and expected to see Humphrey Bogart sitting at the bar. We ordered Jack Daniels on the rocks. The price was .75cents per glass!!! (as I recall it was the weekday special). If you want to feel the soul of N.O. Napoleon House is it. P.S. The seafood gumbo is the best!!