It’s 3 a.m. on Bourbon Street. You’ve had too many hurricanes. Your feet hurt. And you need something greasy right now.
Enter Clover Grill — the pink-tiled, 24-hour French Quarter institution that’s been fixing drunk people since 1939.
This isn’t some trendy gastropub. There’s no farm-to-table menu or craft cocktail list. Just 12 red counter stools, four tiny tables, and burgers cooked under an actual Cadillac hubcap…