The Best Cobbler in New Orleans?
I may have found the best cobbler in New Orleans. The bar is set pretty low in this category but, if my New Orleans-sense is right, I may have found a winner, like that secret tailor off O’Keefe Street.
You know me. I like to tackle life’s toughest issues. I will talk about another talk about a different cobbler in New Orleans, then, I will talk about what may be the best cobbler in New Orleans. The jury is still out until Wednesday.
If you look in the archives, in March or April last year, I needed the soles of my shoes replaced so I took them to this crazy spooky cobbler shop in Gentilly. I do not want to say where it is. You will never find it unless you go looking for it or if you park on Frenchman Street to pick up some McKenzie’s Chicken-in-a-Box to go. I have said enough.
The cobbler shop in Gentilly was weird. It was really weird. I had to put a mask on. Everybody in the shop who was cobbling or wanted their shoes cobbled, they were wearing masks. I am not talking about pandemic-era nose-and-mouth masks. I am talking about Mardi Gras masks, like we are all Scaramouche.
Give me a break, man. I was in Gentilly. Go with the flow.
So I showed the lady my shoes and I told her that I needed new soles, which was obvious from the state of my soles. She acted like she had never seen shoes before, even though she was standing in front of a wall cubbyholed with repaired shoes waiting to be picked up from the customers who had dropped them off. The place was dusty. Maybe the shoes had been dropped off decades ago.
This place was weird.
To make a pointless story short, the lady behind the counter took my shoes into to the cobbler’s work shop to see if he could resole my shoes. No can do. I sent them to New York. I paid $100 to have them resoled. I did not want to go to Metairie.
Well, guess what? Let me tell you about that.