When we disembark from the plane at the Louis Armstrong airport in New Orleans and hear the music, we always look at each other and say, “we’re home”. I know it sounds crazy but that’s really the way it feels.
We arrived in our favorite city yesterday afternoon, checked into the hotel, napped awhile and then headed for the French Quarter. There are so many amazing restaurants that we usually like to try new ones. However, we do have a few favorites including the Oceana Grill which is where we went last night. We were told it would be at least a 45 minute wait. We have a favorite waitress there so David asked if Tina was working (if not, we would have gone elsewhere). The guy at the door said yes and called to her. She came to the door and with a big smile on her face gave us each a big hug and told us to come on in. There were two guys in front of us who had also been just told of a 45 minute wait so the door guy asked if she could seat them, too. “Sure!” The four of us followed her in the restaurant and up the stairs. One of the guys turned to us and said they were glad we showed up. I replied, “And to think, we don’t even live here.”
Tina seated us and treated us like special friends, as she does all her customers. Which is precisely why we like her so much. That sort of service, along with good food, is why we keep coming back.