I have nothing to blog, unless you want to hear about how motherfucking HOT it is here. Instead, I’ll post what I wrote last Monday and never finished. Because I’m a lazy little asshole.
It pains me to say that Fleetwood Mac was mediocre, at best. Add to that, the heat index was 108F in New Orleans, and you might be surprised that I had a freaking GREAT weekend.
Oh my fucking GOD, did we eat some good food. And that’s really what makes or breaks a trip, right?
Thanks to GM’s suggestion, we went to Domilise’s for lunch. Imagine the perfect Poboy, one which cannot be improved. We had it. Even the discomfort of sweating our asses off outside for 30 minutes in line, a woefully UNDER air conditioned dive (that could easily pass for a crack house. Really. Have a look) and having our order delayed because the fanny-pack wearing Yankee in front of us didn’t know what dressed meant and demanded his sandwiches to be remade…it was STILL off-the-charts good.
We randomly sought out dinner while walking to the concert. A local (obviously fucking with us) suggested Quizno’s “because it’s owned by Ellen DeGeneres”. LOL. Nice try, Bastard. I only look like a noob.
I forgot the name of the place, but I had the best fried softshell crab of my life.

The other pic, I snapped a couple doors down and Twittered it. Food Network Humor picked it up, which I think is pretty cool.
…and I never finished writing it. Evs.