The first thing I wanted to do when I got there was try one of those wonderful sidewalk cafes but I lost my english>french translation book and I couldn't figure out how to say "ketchup" in french.
I followed his directions to the tea party, but no sooner was I there sipping some chamomile tea that I realize again that I hate tea, so I asked the server for a strong cup of 100% columbian.
I was completely petrified as the strange man came nearer and nearer to me (I thought I caught a whiff of garlic as he approached the streetlamp) and I suddenly realized it was none other than the famous chef Jude W. Theriot!!!
Much to my surprise, and quite coincidentally I might add, Chef Theriot was in search of some Kaiser broiler foil, some Aunt Jamima syrup and a pair of blunt scissors!!