Jazz Funeral

The euphoria of being in Na’wlins had me whizzing around Bourbon Street looking for the perfect souvenirs. So of course I’d stop into Jazz Funeral to see what treasures were waiting to be discovered. No sooner had we entered when peals of laughter and «oh that’s perfect for you, rang out from a quintuplet of women who were reaching over one another to grasp the perfect Mardi Gras mask. I smiled, as their aurora was somewhat contagious, as my husband asked me if I liked any of the beads that were hanging about.
All at once a woman appeared, who looked Ethiopian, blocking the entrance and providing us with the cost of the necklaces. As most tourists do, I politely smiled and moved deeper into the store. Shot glasses, personalized miniature street plates, t-​shirts peppered the store. A wall on the back left was filled with local seasonings including one that threatened to «slap yo mama.»
I laughed at the idea of that ever happening and looked down, barely stifling a Unilocal as I saw the glass eyeballs from the mini gators that had been beheaded and seemed to litter the floors, walls, baskets and shelves of all tourist traps… and then another person to help us? really? oh, my y’all in Na’wlins are so kind.
Fast forward to the Ethiopian lady had sent someone to make sure we weren’t stealing, as I dug in my purse to place two quarters and a penny in a machine to wrench out a souvenir… ARE YOU SERIOUS!
Not only was this confirmed, by the worker, but the Ethiopian woman, understood and spoke English until I let her know I didn’t appreciate being stocked in a store that I was willing to purchase all of my souvenirs in. So the four t-​shirts and shot glass, spices and cookbook were left with her and her racist attitude.
I am a black American, because I was not born in Africa doesn’t mean that you have the right to pre-​judge me or anyone for that matter. Your lack of customer service cost you, GREEN, is the color you should be concerned with. All other colors (people) you should treat with respect regardless of your short comings.
So, with that I post only because I’m unable to provide 1 ½.

We needed a touristy store to buy some gifts for our friends and family, so we decided to stop in at Jazz Funeral. This shop had a ton of great novelty items as well as unique gift idea. Some of our favorite items were their Marti Gras masks as well as their shop cup collection. The staff here was very polite and we loved shopping here for a few minutes before exploring the city.

Souvenir shop just down a little ways from Café du Monde, it’s quite large, & one of the better ones that you’ll find in the French Quarter. The usual tee shirts & cheap beads are accompanied by a nice selection of kitchen items, shot glasses, faux street signs, & other baubles that you might actually want to gift to a co-​worker after your vacation. Basically, if they can slap a fleur-​de-​lis on it, it’s probably for sale in this shop. Prices were about the same as everywhere else, but the large selection made this a one-​stop shop for my swag.

Nice gift shop. Bought more at this one than any of the others. Like an idiot, I managed to leave my wallet on the counter. The next day was the end of our New Orleans vacation. When we got back to Tampa, the gift shop not only notified me that I had left my wallet, but was kind enough to mail it back to me. I’ll definitely be going here next time I’m in New Orleans.

I went through a handful of touristy shops and this was the only one that had any character. Not the biggest selection, but plenty to choose from. I agree with Seann C. that the cashier was rather aloof, but friendly. I liked the Voodoo related stuff they had rather than just the focus on t-​shirts and hot sauce (though there was plenty of that too).

My husband and I stopped in to buy a few fun sets of beads. We were charged twice for the beads, but when we contacted the store the next day, they were uncooperative. There are too many great touristy shops to take a chance on getting ripped off here again.

Not a bad little place to look around for your standard tourist type things. They had a decent selection of attire, moreso than a few of the other shops we happened to stop in. It was fun to look around and I ended up getting a pretty cool t-​shirt.
The staff was friendly enough but the cashier seemed as if she could care less if I was there or not.
Recommend looking for touristy stuff here before checking out the smaller shops.

great title with average touristy trap for mardi gras goers

True, when it comes right down to it this is nothing more than another tacky French Quarter tourist trap that sells over priced tee-​shirts (OK, I admit it — I live here and I bought one) and other assorted crap but it’s by far the coolest of such shops. It has all of the required fake voodoo items that the name implies as well as a good selection of fake mardis gras beads, cheesy sex toys, coffee cups, shot glasses, etc. required of such establishments. But hey, it’s fun. I take out of town visitors here and they mostly all love it. Hey, grab grandma and go!

Along with Gumbo File this is by far the most friendly (and hilariously odd) of the kitchy tourist traps in the French Quarter. Gator hand back scratchers? Check. Every low-​end cajun/​creole mix/​powder/​sauce you could want? Check. Beads of everything from a panda to a penis? Check. Glasses, Mugs, Shirts, pseudo-​voodoo? Check Check Check Check.
Friendly staff, standard prices — great for picking up that stupid knick knack to take back to family and friends.