Sunday, Hungry, Sunday

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.

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