I'm reeling. A lurker with good taste has just emailed me the following assesment of Mother's, my favorite spot in New Orleans:
<<Let me tell you. We were NASEAUS afterwards.
<<I had their special po boy with the debris on it.
<<can't remember the name. grits. eggs and sausage
<<and juice. ICK."
corroboration, anyone? please tell me this was just a bad day...