My aunt, an alumna from Loyola, came in town over the weekend and I got to hang out with her alot. I was really excited because she was going to show me the spots that she and her friends frequented some thirty years ago. I took her to the fly and she took me to some awesome restauraunts around town. We went to an old oyster house called pesci mentos or something like that which is on magazine. I hate seafood (yes, I know I am in the wrong city for that) but I love going to local seafood restaraunts. It was a cute hole in the wall place and obviously very dated. The people working there took obvious pride in their creole culture and food. Over lunch, she discovered that I hadn't been to camillia grill (shocking, yes) so we went there the next day. Once again I was truly impressed and loved the historical atmosphere and pride. Our waiter said "who dat" every other word and told us stories of Harry, an old employee who worked there for ages. On sunday, I was treated like royalty at commanders palace. Wow. Not only was it the best meal I have ever eaten, but it was gameday. On the table were gold and black balloons and an old brass band marched around the room playing requests. When they played "When the saints come marching down" the room went wild and marched with them, swinging napkins above their heads. That is one thing I have come to realize while living in New Orleans, everyone has so much pride for their city and anything will unite a room, transforming strangers into new best friends.