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Once upon a time, Frenchmen Street was a quiet little stretch where neighbors shopped, ate, and drank. They did the latter—and still do—right here, especially weeknights when they can fit into the dank shoebox of a room. The Barrel has become almost an afterthought nowadays, given the plethora of the shinier options surrounding it. But for authenticity, divey-ness, and solid, low-key blues acts, it shouldn’t be. There’s no cover, and Adolfo's upstairs serves some of the best Croele Italian food around (put your name on the list about an hour before you get hungry). We dig Mondays for sam Cammarata's unpredictble blues strumming.