You can judge this book by its cover; divey biker bar, on Airline Highway between Metairie and Kenner. While not necessarily dangerous, you should know what you’re getting into; imagine a mix of Sons of Anarchy, Duck Dynasty, and Family Feud. Rarely a quiet night, the bar keeps are wicked awesome, aptly keeping track of bar tabs, serving as in-house council, and helping to keep drama to a minimum. You will encounter some true 1%-ers, as well as weekend leather posers with Harley wanna-bees. They all seem to coexist and tolerate each other under the dilapidated umbrella that is Bar 61.