It's that time.

Lock and load.

Lock and load.

The Michael Berry Show is on the air.

This is one of those days. I wish we didn't have to quit at 11.

Because we're only one hour in and it's just such a good feel to the show, such a good flow.

We haven't even had calls yet and then this email comes in from

forest Munford subject your food talk is influencing me you have my attention

czar on Monday after listening me. You have my attention. ZAR!

On Monday, after listening to you talk about fried catfish and Antones.

I had to find and eat a catfish po-boy which I did downtown.

You obviously were not listening. I don't do catfish po-Boy, which I did downtown. You obviously were not listening.

I don't do Catfish Po- Boys.

It's the wrong ratio of bread to me.

Anyway,

Ninety-nine Po-Boy Boy Kitchen

Kitchen. I like the name. I really like the name.

That sounds good.

That sounds like some old black woman that grew up in the third ward, maybe worked in a

kitchen but never owned one, took over an old photo mat, or an old

old check cashing place, put a friar in there with no exhaust, didn't didn't get one

permit because she's the auntie to a guy who's a per who's with permits and

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