You can buy a hat in the French Quarter if you want to. I have. I am not proud of it. There is a hat shop at the tail end of that long building that is across the street from the open air part of the French Market. It is okay. I bought a hat there once. I knew the clerk. I got a discount. I should have gone to Meyer the Hatter. Meyer the Hatter is the largest and oldest hat store in the south.
There is another hat shop on Decatur Street. I have been there once. It is no Meyer the Hatter. That shop is full of Chinese junk. When you buy a hat for fifteen bucks, you will get what you pay for, a hat that will last you the length of your vacation.
There may be hats at Meyer the Hatter that cost fifteen dollars but I have never asked. As someone who wears a hat every day, like any standard gentleman, I think of a hat an investment, something that will serve me well for years and years to come.
Five generations of family work at Meyer the Hatter. They are the only management and the only staff. They have all the best brands, high-end, top-notch, you will get what you pay for even if you pay a lot. Meyer the Hatter has a lot of good old hats in their vault on the second floor.
My usual Checkpoint Charlie strategy backfired last night. We got a new paying customer. Welcome aboard. I am going to put something good behind the paywall to make it worth everyone’s while.