Who Dat? Me Dat!

I’ve been in New Orleans for less than 24 hours and I received my first “who dat?”

I was running down St. Peter near Royal Street and some random guy cleaning in front of an establishment of questionable morals (not judging, though), said “Yo, who dat, man?” I returned with, “me dat!”

And I speak for a living……. Oh well, I have the rest of the day.