It’s safe to say any Catholics in the crowd at last night’s Bénédictine party were sufficiently offended. The fete’s faux-monastic theme felt rather Eyes Wide Shut to the casual observer: Sexy monks in clingy robes (is that an incense burner in your pocket?) roamed about a cavernous room at Latrobes in New Orleans’ French Quarter. Barely dressed human statues dangled bottles of B&B (Benedictine and brandy) and two plastic replicas of wax seals acted as tokens, redeemable for an übersweet punch and a fortune-telling (ours: we’re a peasant who will live long and work hard. Prescient indeed). Read more »