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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-page-1/#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&#039;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&#039;s in her honor after the burial in St. Louis #3 on the Esplanade.

It was the longest meal I&#039;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&#039;s old Galatoire&#039;s charge card in her purse, had lunch there. Dorris waited on her, and she wanted to show him my aunt&#039;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&#039;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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