For a kingly sum of $200, the organizers of the Po-Boy Festival offered the chance to skip the lines and climb above the fray, where VIPs could be apart from the ruckus while still being a part of it. I reckon some folks thought this was a good investment, though let me take this moment to remind you of the old sayin’ about a fool and his money. To be a VIP at the poor boy party is to miss the point entirely, and to offer this luxury is a wrong-headed move on the part of organizers whose mission it is to preserve the spirit of the sandwich.
Tuesday, November 22, 2011
Quote of the Day
Dead Huey Long:
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events,
food,
New Orleans
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