I was in New Orleans with a mission. It was a particular dish I was after—a childhood favorite—but at each place I stopped, I drew a blank. It wasn't gumbo or jambalaya I was searching for, but beans. Red beans, to be precise.
I headed to Mr. Ed's Oyster Bar and Fish House, just down the street in the French Quarter. There I met "Juggy," Damian A. Clark Sr. "I had bean juice in my baby bottle," he said right off the bat, laughing. "With a hit of hot sauce in it."