I walked up Magazine St. this evening to get something light to eat. Not “lite,” but light. I wasn’t very hungry, but figured I would be by tomorrow morning if something didn’t go in the stomach tonight. Then I’d be scarfing down biscuits and gravy at 5:30am at the St. Charles Tavern. Not a good idea, what with all the other bad-for-me food I’ve been eating lately. It’s R&D for the restaurant. Really.
Anyway — I was sitting out on the sidewalk with a little antipasti and some chianti. A lovely evening, with a three-quarter cornbread moon up there and just watching the ebb and flow of the local bistro society. It’s nice to see all the college students and the just-out-of-college folks enjoying themselves. The city needs mom and dad’s money these days — and we REALLY need it if you’re making it on your own. Good for you.
But, frankly, I gotta talk to the guys for a minute. Mostly, I mean. A couple of things for the women too. But mainly the guys. Dudes…