So last Saturday I was walking through the Garden District with a friend visiting from out-of-town. We walked past Commander’s Palace (do try to eat there sometime if you’ve never been) and there was the guy unloading fresh Leidenheimer bread. Apparently the regular truck with the Vic and Natly cartoon on the side was in the shop, so he was delivering out of a rental truck. I’m just enamored of big bags of yard-long Leidenheimer bread. Commander’s turns them into crispy, buttery garlic loaves, but they also enclose shrimp, oyster and roast beef po-boy sandwiches all over the city. People from other cities say they can’t get bread like this at home.
Next we saw a gentleman unloading his standup bass, to go play a jazz brunch. The scene unfolded across from Lafayette Cemetery No. 1, and it felt like one of those special yet utterly everyday moments in my favorite city. See for yourself!
I used to play a stand-up bass (way back in the day). Love it.
Cool! My sweetheart used to have one too, but well before I met him. Now he just has an electric bass.
The bread sounds delicious…
Gotta love that Leidenheimer bread!