New Orleans Shuffleboard. Chapter 615.
Mrs. King and I went to Camellia Grill. It was our first time. Mrs. King and I have lived in New Orleans fourteen years. There is no time like the present.
It was great. It was a Tuesday. There was no line on the sidewalk. It was us and a couple of tradesmen, a pair of tourists (it was a Tuesday) and what seemed to be the usual crowd of knuckleheads and cut-ups who show up on a regular basis at places like this, the kind of characters who make a place interesting. I am not talking about tourists.
Tourists tend to flatten conversation. They do not know what they are talking about. They like everything Cajun spicy. New Orleans is not Houma.
New Orleans is home.
The banter bandied about by the waitstaff and the cast of characters assembled around the counter was lively and fresh, just like the specials.
Last week, the price of crawfish averaged $7.33 per pound according to the Crawfish Tracker app. The waiters were flipping through local supermarket fliers. Rouse’s has crawfish for $5.99 this week. That is cheaper than Winn Dixie.
Rouse’s is local. They have connections.
And, now, to the rest of our story…