Where can we find you on a typical Friday night? And Saturday morning?
Let’s say that it’s a Friday when my best friend from Brooklyn is coming into town, and we met up with my two favorite local lady friends, and then let’s say it’s summer. Let’s also say that her bus arrived early so we had time to change into sequined garb. A little Fireball, one or four whiskey gingers , and we are dancing at Baliceaux or Helen’s Bar, and it’s wild and all the people are in a great mood. We probably run into many other local favorite friends, and the energy and dynamics are euphoric and delightful, and it just keeps going, or well until 2 am. This would be followed by a much needed, habitual early mornin’, probably 3 am, breakfast at McLean’s where I always order a Stacker, (2 flapjacks, two strips of bacon, smothered in sausage gravy, with two fried eggs on top) before hitting the floor for some sleeping. Then regretfully we wake up around 9 or 10 am, much too early but so it goes, and we are probably going to hit up 821 cafe for some more brunch, most likely a Big Meaty (grits, fried eggs, three kinds of meat and that cheddar cheese) with all the coffee, and maybe some vodka mimosas.