The Chewbacchanal is the Krewe’s annual post-parade extravaganza — the night the rolling stops, the contraptions are parked, the Sacred Drunken Wookiee’s blessings have been duly dispensed to the streets of New Orleans, and the Krewe convenes indoors with a sound system, working bathrooms, hot food, and the kind of drink specials that suggest the bar staff have been briefed. After the parade, this is where everyone goes.
The Chewbacchanal has, over the years, accumulated a reputation as the best party in the galaxy. The Krewe declines to confirm or deny.
The venue enforces a bag policy on entry; the Krewe enforces it secondarily, in the spirit of cooperation, because it is the path of least resistance for everyone involved.