I am torn into pieces. Suspended somewhere between disbelief and true heartache. I don’t know how to come back to normal. I don’t know where normal is. A riptide of grief I can’t loosen from.
If you’ve never been to the Crescent City, people who love her seem insane. If you’ve had the privilege of strolling lazily down her wide streets, you know what it means to miss New Orleans.
You'll often hear people lamenting how everyone should work in a restaurant at least once. I agree with this whole heartedly so I wanted to share some of tips on how not to be an asshole while dining.