“I’d like the seafood gumbo, a hot sausage po’ boy, and…” Kevan checked the desserts. “A slice of key lime pie. All to go,” he told the woman at the counter.
“I’ll have the same, except the shrimp club salad instead of the gumbo, and pecan pie, not key lime. Also to go,” Craig said.
“The same, except…” Kevan shook his head.
Craig grinned. “Yeah, I know. But I could have changed the po’ boy part, too, and really confused her.”
Since it was a Friday night, Johnny’s was busy, with both tourists and locals vying for tables, so Craig was glad he and Kevan had decided to go down by the river to eat. It was just after eight when they found a vacant bench facing the water—not an easy feat since the park was still swarming with tourists.
“So how was your day?” Craig asked, once he’d made inroa
