A Frolic of My Own

Jazz, Books, Food, and the Writing Life

Blogging from New Orleans, La

20 April 2007

I bumped into Alton Brown today on Magazine Street. He peeked his head out a boutique full of retro clothes and trinkets and then ducked back inside. The man seemed strangely intense, as if he walks around with his fists always clinched. I didn’t want to bother him, but he seemed pleasant enough.

I was on Magazine Street to check out Sucre, the new fancy dessert shop. A hand-written sign at Sucre promised that the shop would finally open at 2:00 p.m. It was 1:30 p.m. I ran some errands and came back 20 minutes later. By then, the sign was promising a 3:00 p.m. grand opening.

Alton was still there. The rest of his motorcycle gang was with him, all wearing expensive looking leather jump suits. From what I could gather, they were shooting a new season of Feasting on Asphalt, Alton’s travel show. I heard Alton say that the coordinates to the alligator farm were programmed into his bike’s GPS locator. And then they were off.

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