Thy daily bread
I swear, the has to be the bread-eatinest town I ever saw.
I got to Sav-A-Center on Tchoup at 8:15 this morning (they open at 8am these days). The parking lot was already full and all trace of baguettes, French bread and pistolettes were gone. I loaded up on a few other items, then headed to La Boulangerie to find a line out the door. Then I went over to Laurel St. Bakery to find the baguettes and challah already gone.
Damn.
I finally found some pistolettes at the A&P on Magazine, and they were going fast. Mission accomplished — and I don’t mean in the Dubya sense. And I didn’t even need one of them olive drab jumpsuits.
Christmas Eve finds Uptown busy as all hell. Most places I saw plan to be open the full day. Glad I got out early to get all this stuff done. We’re loaded up with holiday food, the appropriate libations and (most important) some new music to add to the already loaded playlist on the computer. One guy in the (long) line at the Sav-A-Center mentioned to me, “Wow. Looks like everyone came back after all.”
As many of us who could, dude. And, for those of us standing in line or battling the thin strip of busy traffic in the good areas, we plan to make it as special as we can. But you can bet a lot of glasses are going to be raised in coming couple of days for the far too many who can’t be here just yet and those who can’t come back at all.
We miss you.
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man can live by bread alone, but woman cannot.
A lot of places in Baton Rouge imported french bread from New Orleans and I’ve noticed the substitutes haven’t been that good.