Two nights ago, Frank took us to Elizabeth's in the Bywater for dinner (yes, they are now open for dinner). We took two hours to eat our wonderful meal of stuffed mirleton, collard greens and green beans. Patrick had boudin balls for the first time, and I think this is his new favorite food.
They keep trying to slip meat past me -- mixed in with the collard greens were small bits of spicy cured ham. I thought about it for about .007836 seconds then chowed down. So far, so good. My butt hasn't exploded yet.
The food was to die for. The staff was kooky. The oil cloth table cloths were just like the one my grandma had on her kitchen table. Upstairs is a large bar if you just want to drink.
One point about the manners of a certain local: stop being a total butt to people that you think are tourists. You know who you are. I haven't lived here for 20 years, but I am from here, and my mamma did teach me to be polite to everyone. Just because I sound funny having lost my southern twang, doesn't mean I don't know who your mamma is. And I surely will be telling her you actin' a fool.
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