Went to the Brocato’s opening with about 100+ other people, H&T and I rode our bikes over and stood in line for an hour listening to Benny Grunch playing It Ain’t There No More and Got Mold? – no rum raisin so I had to get praline and coconut, but both were delicious and made the longing for rum raisin that much sweeter – Mr Brocato said that when they came back the place was a moldy mess but the cookies were all in vacuum seal containers that had floated through the flotsam and were delicious and fresh when they opened them jars. The streetcar went by and the conductor got off and did a dance on the tracks in front of Brocato’s. Riding our bikes back to the Can we passed the woman who is 89 years old and was sleeping on the floor of her gutted house with a FEMA trailer in the driveway that had been sitting for two months because she didn’t have keys to get in it. H asked her if everything was alright now and she said, “sure is, oh yes, I’m an old timer.” Ahhh, who says New Orleans isn’t fun anymore?
A woman in line told us that Little Tokyo – supposedly the best sushi chef in the city – is opening in the old Chateaubriand. Little by little, piece by piece, ort by ort, we are coming back better than before.