You need to know something about me first.
I hate frozen drinks. The sugary brain freeze disasters. The neon slushies in novelty cups. The whole sticky mess of it.
I walked into Erin Rose with zero expectations. This Irish dive bar sits just off Bourbon Street in the French Quarter — rust-colored building, dark green shutters, sticky floors, cash only. You stick to the floor. You get sweaty elbows pressed against you. You drink from plastic cups…