Almost an hour outside of New Orleans, this old-school Italian roadhouse feels like the kind of place where a wiseguy would get whacked. If the rumours are true, a few bodies were dumped in the swamps back when New Orleans mob boss Carlos Marcello held court at Mosca’s. Today, the hearty, garlic-spiked Italian fare is as much of a draw as the underworld atmosphere. Try the oysters Mosca, chicken à la grande, or the peppery housemade sausages. Saturday is the one night Mosca’s doesn’t take reservations, but it’s also the best night to come. Carloads of New Orleanians, both young and old, turn dinner at Mosca’s into a full night of drinking and eating.