Don’t Piss Off Chef ~ The Camellia Grill ~ New Orleans on Flickr.The Camellia Grill at 540 Chartres Street in New Orleans’ French Quarter is the only place I got kicked out of during my explorations of the Crescent City.
And that was for walking in with a drink.
‘Chef’ yelled at me ‘NO ALCOHOL IN HERE’ and he gestured with his spatula in a menacing way.
I don’t mess with chefs.
Especially anywhere near the kitchen.
They’re usually hot… they got lots of sharp pokey things to stick you with and I’ve had this recurring dream where one of them plants my face on the grill.
I don’t like that dream.
So when ‘Chef’ kicked me out I didn’t protest or even negotiate…
I figured I’d just go back out on the street and finish my N’awlins Slurpee outside and then come in for a little late night snackin’ action.
Before I hit the exit ‘Chef’ and the rest of the crew at the Camilla Grill let me know that they were joking and that I could stay.
Which was cool…
because ‘Chef’ grilled me up one helluva Rueben and I was really cravin’ that action.
I stopped in again and I took this picture of ‘Chef’ when we were talkin’ about it…
and he cooked me up a killer Muffaletta.
Oh man this place is some good food.
The guys at the counter will keep you entertained and ‘Chef’ will cook you up some good grub fast.
They did remind me that next time I decided to walk in with a drink that’d be polite and courteous to bring one for everyone.
Thanks for the great late night snackin’ action ‘Chef’ Will.
You da bomb!This One’s for You ‘Chef’

Don’t Piss Off Chef ~ The Camellia Grill ~ New Orleans on Flickr.

The Camellia Grill at 540 Chartres Street in New Orleans’ French Quarter is the only place I got kicked out of during my explorations of the Crescent City.

And that was for walking in with a drink.

‘Chef’ yelled at me ‘NO ALCOHOL IN HERE’ and he gestured with his spatula in a menacing way.

I don’t mess with chefs.

Especially anywhere near the kitchen.

They’re usually hot… they got lots of sharp pokey things to stick you with and I’ve had this recurring dream where one of them plants my face on the grill.

I don’t like that dream.

So when ‘Chef’ kicked me out I didn’t protest or even negotiate…

I figured I’d just go back out on the street and finish my N’awlins Slurpee outside and then come in for a little late night snackin’ action.

Before I hit the exit ‘Chef’ and the rest of the crew at the Camilla Grill let me know that they were joking and that I could stay.

Which was cool…

because ‘Chef’ grilled me up one helluva Rueben and I was really cravin’ that action.

I stopped in again and I took this picture of ‘Chef’ when we were talkin’ about it…

and he cooked me up a killer Muffaletta.

Oh man this place is some good food.

The guys at the counter will keep you entertained and ‘Chef’ will cook you up some good grub fast.

They did remind me that next time I decided to walk in with a drink that’d be polite and courteous to bring one for everyone.

Thanks for the great late night snackin’ action ‘Chef’ Will.

You da bomb!

This One’s for You ‘Chef’