It's always nice to see huge vats of boiling grease for frying shrimp on the sidewalks.
There were lots of people. Among others, I ran into my former landlord with his much much younger, very handsome
It was a bit chilly out. I was too dazzled by those nipples to get a picture. Sorry.
Oak is rapidly gentrifying, but it's still pretty old school, thankfully.
Garçon avec des canapés a la poboy? Or something like that.
The photo I'd taken of my own meal, a delicous poboy from Emerils, of fried green tomatoes, shrimp remoulade and bacon, unfortunately disappeared. I don't know what happened. I dropped the camera somewhere in the art market and, poof, there it went.
Even sadder is when I went to get a fried bread pudding poboy which Dennis said was great, they had run out. Bummer.
I had to settle for gelato.