“Go, because it’s crazy, borderline dysfunctional, permissive, shabby, alcoholic and crazy.

And, because it looks like nowhere else,” the late, great Anthony Bourdain once mused on New Orleans.

At no time is New Orleans wackier than in the clutches of summer, when locals shed their inhibitions, the tourists thin out and drinks mid-afternoon become a required, celebrated respite.

From the Marigny to Magazine, from the French Quarter to St. Charles, I’ve rounded up the bracing, icy, bright and beautiful frozen cocktails of the Crescent City.