Kermit Ruffins has a song called New Orleans is… in which he ticks off a metric assload of things that help make this city what it is.
I love this song. It’s a toast to the town.
Kermit, I’d like to add another item.
Yesterday, Fiorella’s opened back up.
I have waited, literally for months now, for these guys to open. My spirits were lifted when they told me they were shooting for Halloween.
However, they reasoned that waiting, and doing things right was the way to go.
I have waited oh so patiently. Today, I finally can eat fried chicken.
And it will be good.
New Orleans is Fiorella’s fried chicken in the afternoon with a (few) beer(s) and some friends.
WAS THAT REAL OR WAS IT THE BEST DREAM EVER?!
MMMHHMMM.
I had Fiorella’s a couple of years ago and I was far from impressed. It was very bland, not at all what I expected for “NOLA’s best fried chicken”. I’m willing to give it a second shot with an open mind.
Will, honey, why not take up writing greeting cards? You do schmaltz better than rogers and hammerstein!