I thought I simply had N'awlins on the brain.
Apparently, not so. Instead, it seems that the Crescent City is actually tracking me down, no matter where I go.
This weekend, it was during an antiques row stroll on Atlantic Avenue in Brooklyn.
Today, it was at a business lunch at Balthazar in Soho. After glancing at the menu, I turned around to take a gander at the bigwigs in the dining room.
Suddenly my head stopped short. There he was. I was practically dizzy at the sight. The biggest Big Easy bigwig I know -- Emeril Lagasse.
BAM!
Needless to say, I'm half expecting to run into Harry Connick Jr. or Ann Rice at some point in the next couple of days. Then again, I'd be happy enough to simply find a jar of Tony Chachere's Creole Seasoning at my local Gristede's.
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