Excuse me. Are you Hugh Heffner?’ says the passer-by.
‘I don’t think so.’
Fresh from guesting on Chef Buster’s radio phone-in on WWL – Buster is a great guy, looking deceptively staid in spectacles and a grey mohair waistcoat, who produces a funny, lively show, peppered with sensible food chat and rock and roll.
I want to be a DJ. I am the morning DJ….
Past Coops Bar on Decatur, where they make brilliant Southern fried chicken, blackened fish and jambalaya, and into the French market, where a sign says: Makin’ Groceries. There are stalls laden with mangos, kiwi fruits, collard greens, mustard greens, sticks of sugarcane 8 feet tall, wrapped in silver foil at both ends, like the majorettes’ batons at Mardi Gras.