Katie's Italian Salad Review.
I brought a can of anchovies rolled in capers to add to the Italian Salad at Katie’s. I cannot help myself.
One of the things that makes the Italian salad at Mandina’s my favorite is the two little anchovies crossed like a hug on top of the salad like a cherry on a mound of whipped cream. I think that every time I order one.
Do you remember in April or May when I tried the Italian salads at Mandina’s and II Tony’s to compare and contrast? I overall prefer II Tony’s, overall, to Mandina’s, but, Mandina’s does have the superior Italian salad. Today I am going to review the Italian salad at Katie’s.
It really is a beautiful day. The sun is out. I just ordered Italian salad at Katie’s and it is going to have plenty of rolled anchovies.
Flat anchovies for pizza. Rolled anchovies for salad. I had a long conversation about that last week. Was that with Nick Lobo? It is not important enough to recall but I remember it like it happened last week. Every day is a variation on a theme.
Before the Italian salad at Katie’s arrives, I am going to look out the window.
I am looking my Vespa, parked where it should not be. No one has stolen my helmet. Why would they?
It used to be that I used to see people wearing football or motorcycle helmets from time-to-time, not while they were playing football or riding motorcycles. They were not wearing a helmet for a fashion statement. My mother said it was because they were epileptic. Even as a kid I could see there were other reasons.
I have met epileptics. They look pretty normal except when they are having a seizure.
If someone is having a tonic-clonic seizure, put a wallet in their mouth. It will protect their teeth and tongue.
I have not seen the kind of people who wear football helmets in the department store anymore. I do not know what to call the people I am talking about without offending someone, somewhere, somehow. You know the kind of people I am talking about. People who are physically, though not spiritually, malformed.
Jo-Jo, who is an age similar to your humble narrator’s, Jo-Jo told me that where she was from this kind of person I am talking about either wore a football helmet or a bicycle helmet where she is from. Jo-Jo is from Oklahoma.
Let us change the subject, shall we? There is an Italian salad at Katie’s to review.
When was the last time you saw someone wearing a neck brace?
Anyhow, I want to do some official business.
Our One Year Anniversary is approaching.
Once we lap 365 days of whatever this is that I am doing, I am going to change the content, slightly. I find it distracting to write to two different audiences and I have a very deep catalog of material, as longtime said subscribers know. I am going to change the way I am doing business but I am keeping that same rambling goodness that you have come to know and love.
Why do something twice if you can do it once? I know what I am going to do, and it will be good, but I do not know how to describe it yet. No one will be disappointed and everything will be fresh, even what is stale. It will probably turn out to be extra complicated on my end. You are more than welcome.
I am just going to do it and not explain it. It will all work out. If you have put up with me this long, it will all make sense in the most delightful New Orleans way.
This would be a good place to put in a button offering paid subscriptions.
Ah! My lunch has arrived! It is time to review the Italian salad at Katie’s!
This seat has the best view of the service sink.