Crabs In A Bucket Y'All
One thing that's real cool about the French Quarter in NOLA: TONS of restaurants and bars, all squeezed into a pretty small geographic footprint. Bouncing around down there the other night as Mardi Gras gets closer and closer, I was sitting in a local's bar, next to a couple of cooks who just got off work nearby. Having done my time cranking it out in restaurants, it's pretty easy to strike up a conversation with cooks (and waiters too).
We were talking a little bit about the different cultures in various US cities, when he shared one about New Orleans. "Down around here," he said, "it's like crabs in a bucket." Huh?
"You know, a bunch of crabs in a bucket - did you ever watch 'em? Every one of 'em is climbin' over the others, trying to get to the top."
I laughed hard and long, and although it's probably true, it's really more sad than funny. Come to think of it, I don't think that description of people in New Orleans is much different than just about anywhere else you go. Are most of us just "crabs in a bucket" after all? Hope not.
We were talking a little bit about the different cultures in various US cities, when he shared one about New Orleans. "Down around here," he said, "it's like crabs in a bucket." Huh?
"You know, a bunch of crabs in a bucket - did you ever watch 'em? Every one of 'em is climbin' over the others, trying to get to the top."
I laughed hard and long, and although it's probably true, it's really more sad than funny. Come to think of it, I don't think that description of people in New Orleans is much different than just about anywhere else you go. Are most of us just "crabs in a bucket" after all? Hope not.
