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	<title>Comments on: Ode to Galatoire&#8217;s</title>
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		<title>By: Pontchartrain Pete</title>
		<link>http://www.nolanotes.com/2007/08/02/ode-to-galatoires/#comment-290</link>
		<dc:creator>Pontchartrain Pete</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 03 Aug 2007 01:56:32 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Dorris was my great aunt's waiter for as long as I could remember. She ate there every Sunday with my uncle for at least 40 years, and had a much coveted 2-digit charge account number there.

When she died at 100 in 2003, the entire family had lunch at Galatoire's in her honor after the burial in St. Louis #3 on the Esplanade.

It was the longest meal I've ever eaten, with non-stop stories about the old gal punctuated by refills of the old-fashioned and champagne glasses.

Two weeks ago my mother, who still keeps my aunt's old Galatoire's charge card in her purse, had lunch there. Dorris waited on her, and she wanted to show him my aunt's card for old times sake. He took the card, looked at it and began to walk off. My mother stopped him; he thought she wanted to charge lunch on it.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Dorris was my great aunt&#8217;s waiter for as long as I could remember. She ate there every Sunday with my uncle for at least 40 years, and had a much coveted 2-digit charge account number there.</p>
<p>When she died at 100 in 2003, the entire family had lunch at Galatoire&#8217;s in her honor after the burial in St. Louis #3 on the Esplanade.</p>
<p>It was the longest meal I&#8217;ve ever eaten, with non-stop stories about the old gal punctuated by refills of the old-fashioned and champagne glasses.</p>
<p>Two weeks ago my mother, who still keeps my aunt&#8217;s old Galatoire&#8217;s charge card in her purse, had lunch there. Dorris waited on her, and she wanted to show him my aunt&#8217;s card for old times sake. He took the card, looked at it and began to walk off. My mother stopped him; he thought she wanted to charge lunch on it.</p>
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		<title>By: Moondance</title>
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		<dc:creator>Moondance</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 02 Aug 2007 13:17:23 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Damn, you are prolific, girl.  Every time I sit down at my computer, you have posted another tidbit.  This latest has made me homesick again.  Ah, Galatoire's.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Damn, you are prolific, girl.  Every time I sit down at my computer, you have posted another tidbit.  This latest has made me homesick again.  Ah, Galatoire&#8217;s.</p>
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