Came home from the grocery store this pm to a passed out waiter on my front lawn. Took my daughter and I 45 mins. to figure out who he was.— Mary B. Sonnier (@ChefMarySonnier) June 29, 2013
First it giveth, then it taketh away. Newspapers are dead and buried then return to a daily schedule. New Orleans Pelicans come and go within minutes. Prison donuts are a thing and likely will not be anymore. The right and left react to landmark decisions in Texas and D.C. A $100 brunch institution shuffles off this mortal coil. Service industry employees slumber in unusual ways. Governors — do they poop?
In this week's delayed edition of Y@ Speak (not what you expected, right?), New Orleans examines what is real, or really real, and whether they're, you know, cool about it. If not, one can always seek refuge in Target on the West Bank, where the celebrities go.
It’s common for New Orleanians to ask where you’re from. If you’re from here, the next question is, “Where’d you go to high school?” For non-natives, it’s “What brought you here?” A Baton Rougean by birth, I have a hard time with this exchange. When I say I’m from here, the high school question reveals me to be a NOLA imposter. But if I say I’m from Baton Rouge, I get a wave of the hand. “Oh, close enough.”
If my mother had her way, I’d have been born in her native New Orleans. But she made a deal with my dad after they met and fell in love at LSU… well, a wager, really: Whoever found a job first would decide where they’d live. My dad, a country boy at heart, favored his hometown of Baton Rouge. My mom longed to return to Lakeview. But the newlyweds were both quarrelly and eager to leave their cramped Tigerland apartment. So the race was on.
Hucklebuck: A frozen treat made of flavored syrup and water. Also known as a huckabuck, frozen cup, iceberg, cool cup or cold cup.
“No, not anymore,” she responds, a hint of longing in her voice. As I hang my head a little, feeling embarrassed for even asking the question, she shouts, “Well, there might be a lady by the park, but I don’t know.”
I thank her and skip toward my car, hearing a dog bark and thinking about how I called Hope Street "Dog Street" when I was a girl, since there were so many vicious-looking dogs there.
I quickly realize a tan pit bull is chasing me. The nice things I’ve read about pit bulls from their advocates leave my mind and are replaced with 6-year-old Megan’s memory of Uncle Bobby Sardie’s German Shepard leaping up and biting his hand, getting blood everywhere on Easter morning.
“Get it away from me!” I shout repeatedly, wishing I would have just walked to my car instead of skipping there. Thankfully, the dog’s owner calls it back to herself and away from me.
Safely in my car, I begin to wonder if my search will be fruitless. I see a man around my age and ask him the status of hucklebuck ladies in the 7th Ward. He confirms their absence. I turn down New Orleans Street, thinking of the hucklebuck ladies around Hardin Park I knew growing up, like Miss Thibodeaux who always had double- and triple-color ones. Perhaps hucklebuck ladies are casualties of Hurricane Katrina and the federal floods or maybe of 9/11.
Interrupted by requests by New Orleans City Council members for their favorite pie flavor, the council voted 7-0 to approve plans to rebuild the Hubig's Pie factory on Press Street.
Last month, the New Orleans City Planning Commission approved the plans, which move the factory from its 2417 Dauphine St. address — which opened in 1921 — to what's now a vacant lot owned by The New Orleans Center for Creative Arts Institute.
Here's WWL-TV with video:
Fantastic! In my neighborhood! Yum.
is your penis an "innie"
A Message 2 Musicians who think MUSIC is NEW ORLEANS: In order for, you musicians,…
more on the signing at http://www.octaviabooks.com/event/phillip-…
The Noise Ordinance should meet the needs of an economically viable New Orleans that can…
And don't forget that Ignatius drank tooo, treee or more of Dr Nuts!!!. Dr Pepper…
The guy is Snooki with a beard. The fact that some people take him so…
God's speed, Rodrigue
A word to the wise. NEVER celebrate after you have been declared cancer free. You…
to "Clancy's Reckoning;" If you have any doubt about Gambit's judgement of character chew on…