I walked out of the house late Thursday morning and the air in our Irish Channel neighborhood was fully pregnant with various food aromas.
It’s one of the awful prices we pay for living here. And, yes, I’m being facetious.
We live less than 100 yards from Parasol’s and 150 yards from Tracey’s. There’s a Quizno’s and Coquette around the corner on Magazine. I got in the car and went to the French Quarter and parked across from the French Market before most places open at 11 a.m. All the smells from the places in the Market, from El Gato Negro, Coop’s, Margaritaville and the other spots hit me as I opened the car door.