Double Play

Always a good time. Jukebox, strong drinks, and most interesting crowd in New Orleans:) This place is 24 hours and the best time to go in is any time after 1am. I started going here because my favorite bar down the block shut down and has def played a sufficient role in being its replacement. One of the bartenders claims he is from another planet… love him!

beware! danger! i had been to this bar before in 2010 and it was ok.
i came back in december 2014 and it was still pretty ok. i was just there in june and met someone there who robbed me. this bar is now filled with liars, hustlers and thieves. go there at your own risk.
note: there are some really decent regulars here, but it’s hard to tell who is decent and who isn’t.
i will never go back here.

This bar has very solid pours and really good happy hour prices. Interesting crowd, but I wish they had the juke box on. Bartender was cool. We also came early so we didn’t expect (or want) a crazy Bourbon Street experience. Kill some time here!

This place was beyond interesting. It was like watching a reality tv show. At any given time I thought someone was going to pop up with a camera and say everything that was going on was staged. Fun to visit at least once.

Brad carded me and made me feel young.

This is my favorite bar in the French Quarter, bar none. That being said, the Double Play is definitely not for everyone.
Do you like cheap pool, cheap drinks, and a nonstop menagerie of New Orleans freaks and people of the night, including but not limited to trannies, drag queens, dirty old men, juggalos, drug dealers, alcoholics, meth casualties, and off-​duty Corner Pocket strippers? And do you like all of this in a low-​rent sleazy dive sports bar atmosphere with several TVs tuned to sports or Golden Girls reruns? With jaded, world-​weary bartenders who treat all of their customers — freaks and normals alike — with the same basic discourteous humanity?
If that all sounds appealing to you, then by all means, visit the Double Play. But please be respectful. Don’t come from out of town and camp out here tranny-​spotting. This is not a place to stare at freaks. This is a place where you realize that you too are a freak, and your specific freakishness blends in seamlessly with the freakishness that surrounds you. No judgments. Everyone wants something. You want a drink. Why not drink at the Double Play?

Seriously. It has it all. Dive scene. The two bartenders, Brad and Phillip, were life savers and gave us a great number of local places to check out. I highly, highly recommend stopping here, even if for just one drink. The daytime has a few creepers if you’re young, but what dive doesn’t? And they are all incredibly friendly! We ended up stopping here for a few drinks almost every day we were here.
In addition to being friendly, the drinks were INCREDIBLY cheap! Plus its a drag, dive sports bar… what’s not to like?!

Seriously this is one of the drag queen capitals of the USA. I don’t know how many times I have walked past this corner and seen quite a few drag queens hanging out outside. I usually walk past this corner between 7−9am and still see them outside the bar.
The bar may serve some cheap drinks but at what cost to your personal self. I just walked by there at 5:20am and about 10 drag queens were arguing with each other right outside of the bar. Scary scene! Not the arguing but the lewdness of it all.
Should I walk down another street? Not going to happen because my friend’s garage is 80ft from this corner. You really do see it all in the Quarter!

Yep. this bar is off the beaten path, and definitely one of the cheapest bars we went to while in NOLA. It has GREAT people watching! The first night we were there there was a wet underwear contest. The contest itself was blah, but the complimentary chili cheese hotdogs? Great. Lots of drag queens in this joint, being catty, talking about each other. There is nothing more fun to watch than catty drag queens passing judgement on another queens style choices, and hair. can a man just live? Gotta love it.

5 stars for the experience of a lifetime. Eerily lit as brightly as a church social in a bingo hall, this freskshow is cheerfully festooned with all matter of tatty purples: streamers, balloons, crêpe paper and plastic table clothes– a charmigly home spun «school dancey» touch. «Its beauty-​ful» one patron breathlessly intoned upon entrance. Funereal bouquets stifle the bar and sprout from the middle of a moribund but complimentary buffet– itself laden with paper plates heaped with fried foods of every stripe. Camp classics bleat from the customer’s choice jukebox: Elton John, Cher, Cindy Lauper. Otherwise it is silent as a tomb. An opportunist’s dream, the crowd, primarily regulars, hold court around the island shaped bar (working trannies, working twinks, blurry not-​working sots, one very scary man clutching a collection of teddy bears) while terrified or delighted curiosity seekers from the Quarter huddle uneasily around tables sipping extraordinarily cheap cocktails. Double Play ironicaly doubles as a local pit stop (re: bathroom): «one at a time!» the fey bartender yells in a listless and exhausted «been-​there-​done-​that» tone, as he rolls his eyes at two confused and red faced suits who have collapsed off their stools to the floor. «I can jump over the bar faster than he can make it out of here» he says about one shifty drinker who looks as if he may not pay his tab. Local flavor at its most guilty, delectable and uproarious.