Starting to work at Your Fathers Mustach 426 Bourbon St.

My Your Fathers Mustache Experience
When I was 20 I moved from KC MO. To NOLA to go to school at the University of NOLA.
I met my life long friend Dalton Diamond at St Charles Av. Baptist Church , he had just transfered to Tulane from Old MS. We ask out two student nurses that we had met at church and we headed for Bourbon St. We went into a new place that had just opened called Your Fathers Mustache. It was insane.
You could hear Your Fathers Mustache long before you got to the front door. The sound of the banjo band and people clapping and singing drew the attention of everyone and there was always a crowd of people in front of the Mustache. The doorman was a giant with a big full mustache, we walked into a room with the walls painted red and black with old photographs, and crazy signs hanging on the wall. The band was loud and banged out the sing along songs that everyone knew and sang along with. The waiters all over the place , yelling orders, clapping cheering and serving amazing amounts of cold beer and peanuts. You could eat the peanuts and throw the shells on the floor, but if you threw the peanuts at the band you could get thrown out by the giant at the door. Waiter could and did throw them at each other. The place was alive with energy and excitement the band got the crowd into a frenzy as it would finish with a medley that had both the Battle Hymn of the Republic and Dixie. We ordered 4 beers and peanuts but the waiter said we would be better off with a picture of beer ( mo beer for the dollar) . The bill came to $3.10 ( $2.75 for the beer and 35 cents for the peanuts.
Two weeks later my life long friend Roger Kinnaman came to visit me and we took the same student nurses out and went to Bourbon St. and went to Your Father's Mustache.
We loved the place, the energy and participation, it was fun and felt good. The next night Roger and I went to the Quarter with out dates and after seeing some of Bourbon St wound up back at the Mustache. That night we drank to excess and ate too many peanuts . We stayed till closing and some how made it back home but I'm not sure how. We made use of the trash cans on Bourbon and perhaps that helped.
Sunday night found us back in the Quarter for Rogers last night in New Orleans before returning to Kansas City. We didn't have much money left so we were just crusin the streets. At that time Bourbon St. was filled with traffic. It was of course one way, but parking was allowed or at least ignored and the right side of the street was filled with parked cars and the street itself was a constant line of cars as everyone drove down Bourbon St to look and the Strip Shows and hear the music.
As we approached the Mustache we saw the band out on the side walk taking a break;
“Here comes our two best customers” the leader of the band said.
To be recognized was great but to be called their best customers was really impressive to two 20 yr old Midwest boys. The band leader who's name was Joel ask us where were we from what we did, We told him from KC and going to school.
At that time I was selling stereos at Mason Blonce and taking courses at UNO. Roger was going to a school in southeastern Mo.
“We need waiters,' Band leader Joel told us. Come in Monday and talk to Jack Stillwell.
Wow! To get to work in a night club on Bourbon St. This was my lucky day.