For true, for true...
“Follow the formica... that’s my advice. Tablecloths and maitre d’s are fine for the other guy, but give me fried oysters, chipped countertops, and a husky voiced waitress who calls me “baby” and throws in a little lagniappe. Serve me up a po-boy dressed, and then just let me die right there, head down on the formica, and I won’t have any regrets.”
- Anthony Probst, Construction
From Mary Fitzpatrick's New Orleans: Life in an Epic City