You would be hard-pressed to find a more consistent critic of capitalism than me, but the one place where I will give Adam Smith some grudging respect in regards to the notion that competition brings out the best for the greater good is the food of New Orleans. You have to be a damn good restaurant or you get run out of town so quickly. There are so many fantastic restaurants. This makes it such a pleasure to come from someplace like Vermont, and also so hard to go back. The food is so generally dreadful in Vermont (with the rare exception of places like the Four Corners Deli). The very fact that people flock to such utterly crappy restaurants such as Flatbread Pizza s morningspeaks volumes about the culinary wasteland that is Vermont. I ate at another great restaurant here at NOLA this morning: Mother’s Restaurant, which is located at 401 Poydras. Oh my good god. There was a long line outside, which eventually allowed you to get into the line on the inside. Luckily Andy was closer and saved a place for us in line. I had the black ham bisquit and a creole shrimp omelette, complete with a side order of the best grits I’ve ever had. In the rush to order I forgot to order the collard greens and get debris in the grits; debris is just the extra stuff left over off the grill which can be put in grits or omelettes or po boys. Oh, and Andy had the Famous Ferdi po boy, which may be the best sandwich I’ve ever had in my entire life. We’ll be headed back in the morning. And, yes, that drink duspenser is split between orange juice and bloody mary. I love this town.