Tropical Isle's Bayou Club — Restaurant in New Orleans

First off let's just say Bourbon Street aloud so much goes down there. There were tons of people everywhere, simply put a Melting pot consisting of the world. So, driving down Bourbon St was a no go for us because it seemed a bit dangerous to drive down a narrow street full of people and bicycles so we stayed on the cross street Royal. So on to the reason why you're really here. What and Where to get a Drink! At least that's what brought us to Bourbon Street . Without Further A Do (well wait, one more. Is it really "A Do"?! Send help). As my sister and I approached the door (after being let out at the side of the road like some bleep bleeps by our husbands) we excitedly hustled to the door, very green, inviting, busy atmosphere, with huge smiles on our faces we were abruptly stopped by the ID guy, whom I assumed I looked straight pass because I couldn't seem to figure out why he stopped us. So yes you will need it......DO NOT leave your ID in the room it is absolutely required to step into to the home of the Hand Grenade.

There were plenty of drinks to pick from, but hey we're on Bourbon Street so it only makes sense to get the strongest drink they had. With that said, we opted for the Hand Grenade! Only other decision to make was frozen or on the rocks?! Frozen of course. Why get the strongest drink available to load it with frozen chunks water only to realize it's ruined as the ice melts (ok ok I'm a sipper). At first sip, I fell in love with the tropical fruity flavor of the drink, I also immediately was made aware that alcohol was present . Not overbearing, but not lacking. We scurry out to catch our cowboys and get to work! I had drank half of my drink before I knew it, so me being me decided to google it. After all we should be aware of what we're putting into our bodies (after-the-fact May be a little counterproductive, but let up a little, I was overcome by excitement). So with my drink between my knees I Googled "what's in the hand grenade from Tropical Isle", Drumroll please.........190 proof grain alcohol and a tropical blend ‍ word to the light weights, hang with people you know and trust and can have pure fun with. 20-30 minutes later I felt like I had taken 3-4 shots and was comfortably tipsy. Note, I still had the Grenade portion of the drink left. It was a family vacation so I sat it on the dresser and went about my day. Feeling great might I add. It is important to note that the next evening I decided to finish my drink, it was still as strong as the moment I purchased it, full flavored, not watered down at all AND I got the same buzz. what if I had drank the entire drink the day before? Talk about drunk potential .

Things to take away -

Need ID to step foot into the establishment Frozen better than rocks if you're not a gulper Hand Grenade $10 Tropical flavor, but didn't totally put my husband off Parking is near impossible Driving could easily land you on the other end of a personal injury claim (maybe park and walk)

In case you didn't know the French Quarter isn't the safest place on earth. Always be aware of your surroundings, heads up! Drink Responsibly and if you're hanging out after dark, be careful. The vibe isn't the same as it is in...

Spent the weekend in New Orleans for a bachelorette party and had virtually no issues with rude bartenders until this place. If the bluegrass band would not have been entertaining, I would have given this place one star.

Upon arriving, I was told at the door that there was a one drink minimum. That was completely fine by me even though I was not drinking. I planned to buy the bride to be a drink and myself a soda. Our group went and situated themselves on the dance floor after purchasing their drinks. A friend of mine and myself waited at the bar for the bartender to take our order. As she approached, the band got incredibly loud when they found out it was a bachelorette party in the house and began congratulating and playing a special song for her. (These guys were great) Due to the loud music and as per MOST bars, especially live music bars, I began to loudly ask what sodas they had, not necessarily searching for a long and drawn out answer as I probably wouldn't be able to hear it anyways but rather a coke or pepsi products answer.. something simple and quick. The bartender very rudely asked what "soda" I wanted and began listing off drinks she obviously did not have. I again asked, louder and slightly more annoyed this time because obviously she was not understanding my question and was rude to me for absolutely no reason, what sodas she had. She then walked away and checked out a different customer. My friend and I waited at the bar, assuming that she really was just THAT rude but would come back to us. A few minutes later she looked in our direction and told us that we could leave. I asked her why and she proceeded to tell me that I was rude and she wasn't going to serve me so I could just get out. She never once asked my friend, who hadn't said a single thing to her yet or heard our conversation over the music, if she wanted anything. Neither of us were drunk or belligerent, though I'm sure she assumed that we were because it is a party town. That, or she was irritated that I wanted to order something other than alcohol. Either way, she was the ONLY person on our entire trip that was a total and complete jerk.. well really... she was the only person who was rude at all. I will say though, that she never came from behind the bar and forced our group, who was the only real group in there, to leave. My friend and I went and sat down next to our group without meeting the one drink minimum and waited while our friends, who were blissfully unaware of our encounter with the bartender, enjoyed the band and were ready to move on to the next bar.

I will be back to New Orleans because ultimately, I absolutely loved it. This bar however will not be on my to do list next time. Been there, done that, and it was absolutely terrible all thanks to one female bartender who tried to taint a memory I will cherish forever with...

The evening started out really nice at this place. Had the hand grenade, was tasty. As we were heading out, my friend ordered a drink and had asked the female bartender downstairs to pour it into the hand grenade cup. It became apparent very quickly that she had no interest in do that and was derogatory and rude to my friend. From the way she was interacting with other people at the bar, it was clear that she had a problem that he was gay and from another country. She kept saying she couldn't understand him in a very condescending way and implied that he couldn't afford the $2.50 extra that it would cost for the extra soda water. By the time she finally agreed to make the drink, she was slamming things around, muttering under her breath and saying that she had a problem with "people like you." Once it was all done, she called the security guard over who then asked us to leave. The bar itself was fun, but the staff (and that one girl in particular) really ruined it. I won't be back nor will I...