LA LOUTRE
No kidding?” said Tanker, laughing. “Y’all really went to the Camellia Grill after dinner?”
Rickey nodded. They were in the kitchen at Liquor, and Rickey was trying to help Tanker get his dessert nook back in order.
“Yeah. After I barged into the Polonius Room and asked you to come back to work here, we all went and had chili cheese fries and chocolate-cherry freezes, and then Lenny dropped us off home. I mean, we really didn’t get all that much to eat, you know? Those ten courses only added up to about twenty bites.”
“I know. I kept telling Jaap we needed to either increase the number of courses or make them bigger, but he’d just get mad and start hollering about how New Orleanians are conditioned to want a big old plate of food. With cheese melted on top.”
“Well, we kinda
