
One time, too eager to haul away some shrimp po' boys, gumbo, and cornbread, I left my Blackberry at the order window. The good folks there found it, and called my father from my address book, not realizing they were calling all the way to Pennsylvania. Anyway, I got my phone back, and Dad got an unexpected chuckle. It's sad about the closing.
Also:
- Memorial Menu for The Kitchen
- Gumbo Republic
No comments:
Post a Comment