THE GUMBO POT

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I feel good just thinking about eating here. Outdoors under an awning at the Farmer's Market in Los Angeles, the French Quarter Muffuletta and creole potato salad put me in such a good mood I walk around the block to the Fairfax lighter on my feet, if a couple of pounds heavier. No matter...just the idea of eating Creole in LA makes me happy, happy, happy.
Be my guest!  Click to the link and you're there..online anyway.

THE GUMBO POT

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