Whenever I’m in DC on the weekends, especially on Sunday’s, brunch is a requirement. There are no ifs, ands, or buts about it. It’s almost looked at as if you’re a Unicorn if you don’t eat brunch on the weekends. I wanted to take that same approach in New Orleans. I didn’t want to look
I’m fully convinced that finding the perfect restaurant in New Orleans is like finding a needle in a haystack. Wait, before I move on… Have you all ever looked at an image of a needle in a haystack? Whoever finds it should win an award, because that s*** looks difficult. I am currently waiting on
“Welcome, welcome, wellcccooommmeeee”. When’s the last time you’ve been greeted that way when entering a dining establishment? Well, besides Chic-Fil A, because I honestly believe they’d wash your car while you’re food was being prepared if possible, but that’s here nor there. No, I’m talking about this soul food restaurant that prides itself on quality
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