Crescent City Steaks.
My iron pony is purring, ready to roll around New Orleans.
Chunka-chunka-chunka-chunka-chunka-hummmmmm. Two wheels set one free.
When the sun goes down on North Broad Street the Crescent City Steaks sign lights up. It is beautiful. A crescent moon looms over a plated T-bone steak.
The moon flashes yellow, followed by the steak, which flashes a perfect…