We got up and had lunch at Frankie and Johnnies. I wasn’t as crazy about this low-key joint as everyone else was, particularly because my jambalaya was really lousy. It was little more than rice, tomato sauce, and a few pieces of sausage, the kind of crap they would serve in your high school cafeteria. Thankfully, my stuffed artichoke was much better. It was filled with breading, garlic, parmesan, oregano, and lemon juice. Yum.

Craemer has clearly been humbled by Frankie & Johnny's.
Photo by Carm.
We then went grocery shopping to prepare for Sunday’s party. It was at the Winn Dixie where I encountered one of the best wine labels ever:
I need that bottle! What a label
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