We're up too late to get our free hotel breakfast so we meet the Pool Hall Studs out at Brennan's on Royal. No Lucy's. This is in line with our theme for this year-
If it's new, we will do. Yes, it's really clever, isn't it. All credit to those witty PHS. We are seated adjacent to the courtyard. Andy, a tall, young lad with perfectly coiffed blond hair is our waiter. Bloody Marys. We all decide to try the
Table d'hôte Breakfast Three Course Prix Fixe, which allows us an appetizer (they all go for the
Strawberries With Double Cream, while I opt for
Maude's Seafood Okra Gumbo), an entree (
Eggs Benedict for Johnny Gumbo,
Eggs Bayou Lafourche for Mark and me, and
Eggs Nouvelle Orleans for Barry), and dessert (
Bananas Foster is the iconic choice) - for $36. Andy informs us that we have made excellent choices. We are relieved because no one wants hear the dreaded, "God, that choice really sucks, you moron." More Bloody Marys, then coffee. Our bill is delivered as we plan our Fest attack strategy of the day, Barry studies the bill intently, trying to figure out how our little breakfast ballooned to a tip-included $340! We suggest that the prestigious litigation firm, Dodge Consulting, pick up the tab for us, but Johnny Gumbo politely declines. The Fest calls.
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