Houston, We Have a Problem

While the weather in downtown Houston was absolutely gorgeous, and while there was much to see and do, my stomach was absolutely destroyed.

Shredded. Annihilated.

It’s not you Houston, it’s me.

You see, it started way back in New Orleans. I was younger then, reckless. I know better now.

Things I don’t do:

-Drink Cocktails (maybe 1 in a 3-6 month period at most)

-Eat Rabbit

-Eat Donuts (French or otherwise)

-Eat sliced pork tenderloin over sweet potato smash with Covey Rise Farm Brussels sprouts, and bacon lardoons with crispy leeks & truffled trotter jus

Things I did in New Orleans:

-Monday-Drank Mojito. Ate Rabbit

-Tuesday-Drank Pimm’s Cup. Ate Donuts (French)

-Wednesday-Drank Mint Julip. Ate sliced pork tenderloin over sweet potato smash with Covey Rise Farm Brussels sprouts, and bacon lardoons with crispy leeks & truffled trotter jus

I’m in Chicago now, on a juice and stuffed pizza cleanse.

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