Clover Grill

Yesterday we did a little shopping and then went for brunch at the Coffee Pot. It took us forever to get a table, we are finally sitting (after waiting at front of line, saw table that could seat us all, decided to go in and sit), and the server breaks into song for the next table-someone getting married. The we wait and wait, other servers come by, ask if we've been helped, then say, OK we'll let her know. After a couple of these interactions, a server says to us, 'ok she's coming, but (looks furtive), don't say anything.' OK, we say, slightly puzzled. Our crabby looking server (the only crabby looking one) takes our order, which was good food, gets one item wrong, then when Sue tentaively asks about her mimosa, she says, 'oh no, you didn't order that' At the end of our mealshe comes to our table, opens the bill and says 'you owe, 130, are you doen talking about me?' We all look confused, 'no, we weren't talking about you?' 'oh yes, you were, to the other waitresses' Small dialogue back and forth, with us protesting our innocence, finally after snapping the bill holder shut a few times, she says, 'ok, I believe you' And smiles. She was some crabby. If Richard had been there, he would have been quite willing to put her in her place. I would not have tipped, except it was part of the bill. We think the entire restaurant was in fear of her, including waitstaff, and we didn't get seated because others were afraid to put anyone at her table.
All our other interactions with people have been very cheerful though. People are very friendly here. People sit or stand at the side of the walk, and nod and say, 'how's it goin ladies?' 'How ya'll doin?' 'Hey sweetheart, how's things?'
We went to the museum yesterday, it was history of New Orleans from American Indian until just after Civil War. Then we sat on the steps, in the main square, watching people. Went for a drink at Napolean House. Came to hotel for a nap, zzzzz, sticky and hot here-28+.
We went to a bar and watched John Boute. There was a couple guys outside, with typewriters, and Kirsten and Heidi and Sue, got them to do a poem for each of them. Poems while you wait.
We went to The Clover Grill for supper. Greasy hamburgers and malts. Delicious.
We are going to St Louis Cemetary Number One. Then for brunch, and to see another museum. And probably a little shopping.
Food here is really good, but not too many vegetables. I ordered a bruchetta when we went for a drink, thinking, ok lots of tomatoes. It came as cheese loaded, with a bit of sliced tomato. I am hoping that by taking my fish oil caps everyday, I am somehow counteracting the amount of fried things I am eating.
I do like southern accents.