Not necessarily in that order mind you.
It's so good to be home. A friday night in the Crescent City has come to mean three things for me and each one has meaning beyond their limited dominion.
Oysters at Le Bons Temps Roulez on a Friday night are the best oysters I've ever had in the world... and NOT just because they are dished up for free. They are as fresh as it's possible to get and they are shucked right in front of you in the dark corner by the cooler while you wait and prepare your sauces. Small, perfect and just damn good. Oysters at Les Bon Temps IS New Orleans on a Friday night.
Joe Krown is the keyboard third of Sansone, Krown and Fohl and both a fabulous B-3 player and a boogey woogey piano player that will make you smile, laugh and tap, tap , tap your toes. He's not here EVERY Friday, but when he IS here, the oysters taste a little bit better, the beer's just a little bit colder and life is just a little bit easier to take.
Finally... there's only one thing to say about Mary (but I'll say more anyway)... It's a smile, a phone call, an email... it's a ride someplace that helps out just a little (or a lot) and a steadfastness and integrity that rises above any stated, potential, or implied disagreements.
Actually I was right the first time... there is one thing to say about Mary (and a very select collection of others who I think, and hope, know who you are)... It's just really good to have friends.
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