Gravy

1.24.2012

Mark and I went to a new Creole restaurant in the French Village called Shy Bana. Although a little suspicious, Mark convinced me to try it. I got a chicken po' boy, which was bleh, and Mark got a country fried steak with A LOT of gravy. At the time, the gravy was a delicious addition, but as we were walking out, we could feel the regret immediately settle in. As we sat on the bus, our eyelids started to droop and my stomach started to turn...let's just say, my tummy was not happy later that night.

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1 comment :

Mark said...

We are going back. Soooo gooood!