New Orleans Is NOT Houston.
I’m sorry I’m late. I spent the last half hour at Pinkberry trying to win a stuffed version of Peppa Pig out of the claw machine. Don’t ask me how many dollars I spent on this endeavor. Don’t tell Mrs. King.
I left Pinkberry empty-handed. I have never eaten the company’s product, which, I understand, is some kind of frozen yogurt. Like a smoothie, I have no interest in sampling frozen yogurt. I have never tried either. Why would I?
I am not a hedonist looking for distractions. There was a little blind girl who is a big Peppa Pig fan. I wanted to win her a present. She couldn’t well do it herself.
Teva is working the counter at Pinkberry today, in case you are curious.
I have never bought anything at Pinkberry, but, you know me, I like to learn what is going on in my surroundings, whether I am a direct participant or not. I am a kind of a journalist, a kind of an artist, a kind of an eccentric, a lovable curmudgeon who does what he wants, careening in my own orbit. Why not?
I was a busy day yesterday. Most of it was on the down low. I can’t talk about it.
I can tell you about a secret restaurant I discovered yesterday. I am not going to tell you the name or the address. If I did, it wouldn’t be a secret. I already told Vincent, which is probably a mistake and a half. I do not want to compound the interest.
There is a house in Tremé where they serve fried fish after 11:00AM. It is in a basement. A guy sitting outside told me about. He said, “If you want to have some fried fish, we’ll be serving it here after 11:00 until we run out.”
I didn’t ask, but I assumed there was a funeral. That is why most people in the back of town open trattorie in their homes. No. This was the real deal. It’s a totally illegal and unlicensed fisheasy, just the kind of place that is right up my alley.
This guy took me into his basement. It’s a regular restaurant down there, with tables, and tablecloths. and candles on the tables with nets around them, and chandeliers. There is a whole bar and a buffet station. You would never guess it from the outside.
The fish is good, too. Catfish.
Anyhow, now that we are here together, I am reading a book.
I am so used to being interrupted. You are never a bother. It is always nice to see you.
What have you been up to that you can tell me about?
Bawds and prudes. You are either one or the other or you are somewhere in t. I meet all kinds. I spend most of my time in Mid-City New Orleans, Louisiana. It takes all kinds.