I am back in New Orleans. Last night, I asked my wife if she thought I should remove my baseball cap in the restaurant. She replied that I and everyone else in the joint were pulling the heads off crawfish and sucking out the insides so it probably didn't matter. We had lunch yesterday in a very nice restaurant that requires 100% ID for liquor regardless of how old one looks. I had left everything but my cash and room key in the hotel, so I ordered a Shirley Temple just to have a story to tell and as luck would have it, my cousin ordered a shot of Patron which accidentally fell into my drink.
