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01 December 2006

The Camellia Grill. One day I'll finally tell you. One day you'll finally see. →[More:]

Last night I dreamed of going to the Before Camellia Grill for brunch. When we approached by car, it was the After. We were across an imaginary intersection from the Grill, and an old woman was being slowly, so slowly, helped across the street. She looked vacant, maybe drunk or slightly demented, and was holding religious tracts in her hands. She stopped, looked right at me and said telepathically:

"One day I'll finally tell you
One day you'll finally see
You can keep your Jesus stories
Away from me."

post by: rainbaby at: 08:27 | 7 comments

I'm leaving the first link broken, it sort of makes sense.

posted by rainbaby 01 December | 08:28

Ha, how odd! The song that's playing on my iTunes, the one that was playing as I clicked the links on this post, is Johnny Cash singing 'God's Gonna Cut You Down'.

posted by Frisbee Girl 01 December | 09:00

Many years ago, I got great advice from an old man in a dream:

"Do everything you want to once in this life. Then do it again in New Olreans when you're dead and heaven gone."

posted by rainbaby 01 December | 09:31

Our regular spot was the Clover Grill, but I've been to the Camellia Grill quite a few times - each time at, like, 7 or 8 in the morning, after being out all night long... so the normal surreality of the CG, combined with the surreality of the allnightdrunk. I'm sorry to hear it's gone missing.

posted by taz 01 December | 09:49

That's the most wonderful dream. Wow.

(I never ate at the Camellia, but went to the Clover many times.)

posted by BoringPostcards 01 December | 10:33

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I went there after the AWP convention in 2002. The pecan waffles were amazing....the Clover on the other hand: lumpy grits, dried out eggs, a nasty gay man-- who with his friends I made the mistake of allowing to sit at my table--asking me at 3 in the morning if I had a boyfriend and who called a woman who was ostensibly his friend (but an obnoxious drunk; she kept telling me sotto voce that she wanted to fuck the kid behind the counter. I thought of saying, ''Sweetie, miscegenation is no longer illegal--tell him'', but kept my mouth shut.) ''fish'' to her face; to me this is no different than calling her a cunt.

posted by brujita 02 December | 18:53

The clover grill! Me and mr. pode go there every time we're in New Orleans (we always used to stay around the corner from it - incl. on our honeymoon)

posted by gaspode 02 December | 19:09

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