My week at the Clover Grill

The Clover Grill may be located at one end of the historic and frenzied French Quarter in New Orleans, but through and through it is quintessentially small town American.

Close your eyes and think of the diners of yesteryear. The kind you could see Mickey and Judy sitting at, enjoying a strawberry malt while listening to their favorite Bing Crosby tune playing on the jukebox. The Clover Grill feels like that kind of place, but not exactly.

I sat at this corner restaurant every morning and every night for one week during a visit to New Orleans for a work conference. My hotel was just around the corner and the Clover Grill never closes. This is a good thing for morning people like myself and late night people like everyone else on Bourbon Street.

You see, the Clover Grill is a place for everyone. It’s the place you want to go to because it reminds you of a Norman Rockwell picture, and it’s the place you want to go to because nothing else tastes better after a night of celebration in this famed city of non-stop celebration.

Each morning I had my plate of over easy eggs, hashed potatoes, and toast. A cup of coffee and cream completed this simple but satisfying breakfast. And yet, the food was not the most memorable part of the experience. As I sat there, people from all over the world came in and out almost because it was…