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Saturday, January 29, 2011
As God Is My Witness, I'll Never Go Hungry Again
The Verti Marte reopened today, and residents of the French Quarter, the Marigny, and the Bywater can rest easy again. We are free once more to befuddle ourselves, however and whenever we choose, knowing a hearty meal is only a phone call away, morning, noon, or late, late at night.
I made my way there today and got a few photographs that you can peruse over here. The layout is a little different, roomier, and brighter. It will take some time to restore that old patina of dusky grease. Like a good old Cajun cast-iron skillet, the Verti will need to be primed. But that day will come.
By the time I got there this afternoon, I'd already eaten, so I won't be having my "All That Jazz" po-boy until tomorrow. Then, later but soon, I want to try this new item on the menu, the "Born Again Burger" ("Out of the Fire, Blackened & Saved").
I suspect, I'll be sleeping like a baby tonight. Shel's back in the kitchen, Sam's at the register, all's right with the world.
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Can't wait to run into you there!
ReplyDeleteJust don't be standing between me and the deli counter.
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