No Speakay English!
I have recently accepted the facts about immigrant workers in the New Orleans area as being plain okay. At first it was a little strange and I’ll admit a little hard to get used to. I went to Safari the other day to get one of those fancy car washes. I was about to leave with the car and did not realize I had to show them the receipt to get my car back. The dude made the international sign for “Do you have a cigarette?” I was handing him a cigarette when he said “No, No, Receblahblahblah -iente~”. Of course this is a rough version of only what I heard. I looked at him with possibly the most horrific confused face he had ever seen. Then another guy comes up and says “recepio, uh receeeeepata!” Then I knew what he meant. All was good. I figure if people who don’t speak English are going to live and work here, it might help to learn a bit of the language they speak. Thats all for now.
The Indian man who owns the convenience store next to the restaurant speaks English perfectly as well as his native tongue though I have no idea what the language is in India. He recently learned Spanish because now 30% of his customers don’t speak English. Okay, I’m being to nice about everything. It is paining me in my heart to say good things about anything.
I hear the mayor is going to run for congress when Bill “Weezy” Jefferson gets booted out. Will anyone join me in a mass writing campaign to MAKE him run for congress so we can get someone else to be mayor? I never thought I would hope to see Massa Ray run for anything, but anywhere else than here is the best for all of us.
I went to Cooter Brown’s Saturday night. I accidentally put a twenty in the online jukebox and had 80 credits to kill. If any of you were there and had to sit through Motorhead and DEVO for three hours I whole heartedly apologize.
I forgot who, but one of the other authors wrote about Fiorella’s and having a bad experience. I have to agree, After I killed a giant cockroach sitting on the porthole above my head, I indulged in possibly the worst Roast Beef poboy I had ever eaten. The place was filthy but it was open. The onion rings were good.
Being recently freed from any obligations, I forgot how nice it was to see old friends. Mad props to Kizzo and Otto’s owner for hanging til 4am Saturday night. “The Thrill ” could not hang as usual. He gets drunk too fast.
I am going to start working late nights but will have the weekends off, so if anyone wants to come by the restaurant and hang out and eat we will be opening til 12 midnight soon. Unfortunately, my financial backers wish to keep the location of the place off of Metroblogging because I say some pretty stupid shit from time to time and they don’t want to be associated with my sarcastic bullshit. If you dig around you’ll figure it out. I will say that I hold the restaurant not responsible for any of the opinions or comments posted by me to this website.
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