I say: Just because you’re not superstitious doesn’t mean the land of voodoo and spirits won’t like voodoo you or something.
I say: They actually bookended this piece with mentions of “Love Potion No. 9.” Hey, New York Times, did you know Times Square trinket shops are also the most accurate expressions of New York culture? Also, this is the second voodoo mention in as many articles.
I say: [insert your mama’s rant about Cajun vs creole food here]
I say: I almost didn’t include this one, just out of respect for writer Richard Rothschild, who efficiently and impressively packs six cliches into two little lines.
I say: Honorable mention for “Super Gras.”
I say: This one is from the New York Post, which is really clever for coming up with “The Big Sleazy” because nobody ever thought of that one before. Cool how “The Big Sleazy” can double as a nickname for the New York Post. Bonus points for the Katrina mention.
And the best for last? It comes from Tampa writer Gary Shelton. I can’t choose just one sentence, so here’s the entire first quarter or so of the article. Well done, Mr Shelton. I’ll buy you a hurricane, a “Bourbon-faced on shit-street” t-shirt, and some Mardi Gras beads if we ever meet.