New Orleans Induced Food Coma

Spent 4 days eating/drinking/walking/sweating in New Orleans. We are still in a food induced coma (or was it the incredible heat? or the mojitos? or cajun mary's? or the trillion miles of walking? or the feathery nests, um, I mean beds at the w? or a combination of it all?).

We don't know how to stop hurting ourselves at this point. For example, instead of eating a bowl of rocket last night (as we should have) we instead had (at minimum) inch thick porkchops that we picked up at Poche's on the drive home.

And there will be no relief until Graham goes home. It's gordo taqueria for lunch today, and something on the grill tonight.

I believe tomorrow is sushi.

If we don't die before then.