Jen and I went to the Charleston restaurant on Friday to celebrate nothing in particular; It had been recommended to us by some folks, so we gave it a shot. After being seated, the service was spectacular, but the atmosphere was dulled by the conversation of a family seated behind me, specifically the daughter. Sample statement:

“So I have this spider bite on my leg. It’s really gross- it got all big and pus-y.”

So Jen and I slammed our cocktails. But the meal was great; fried green tomatoes are good! Even better is filet wrapped in bacon. I have to admit though, for sheer taste and enjoyment, we liked Louisiana (the first time) better.

So Anderson is guilty. I suddenly have a shred of hope for the American judicial system.