Sleeping in, missed the full spectacle of the sunrise beyond the river, I shook off sleep @ 8 AM and headed to the Sheraton gym.
Three miles and I was ready for a Po Boy @ Johnny’s. Basically, a sub or a grinder only bigger. An array of choices and it was not until I was at the counter that I switched to Plan B: No BLT, but a veal parm. And why not? Why not? It was so good and the room was so pleasant. I shall return!
Walking it off, only eight hours remained until we reached Upperline, which is run by JoAnn Clevenger. In a dwelling like a home in a residential neighborhood. Great martinis, lovely service, and turtle soup and sweetbreads that each had deep flavors. Happy, happy, happy.