Breakfast with the neighbors
Flower said on the way to the airport that she is going to miss me and my neighbors. Ha. R took us to Roccobono on Pinola this morning for breakfast. It’s a funky cute place tucked in a residential neighborhood. I think it used to be the Bluebird – a satellite of their Prytania Street restaurant, but without the line. R told one of his Katrina stories – losing his cool Japanese speakers and J finding them on Ebay, still in the box, and surprising him. Made me welp up.