Sesquiannually Millennial, A Holiday Wish

[title type="h3"]Sesquidecennially Millennial.[/title] Nothing should end on a Thursday. It seems so unfinished a time. Discounting whatever happened Belittling as Roosevelt's dime. Ought-fifteen's kitchens and tables In our land of roux and cayenne Gave many new things to chew on And classics to love once again. [caption id="attachment_38571" align="alignright" width="133"] Chef Justin Devillier.[/caption]Chefs now seem to need dual rest'rants Their cooking the menu to sieze. Justin from Le Petit Grocery So opened a place called Belize. Pat Gallagher's Mandeville friends No longer to Covington go. Two Pats are needed to serve up His steaks, lamb, pompano. But king of multiplication Is peripatetic John Besh. Twenty-sixteen he will open Four eateries: two old, two fresh. [caption id="attachment_48858" align="alignright" width="133"] Chef Dominique Macquet at Saveur.[/caption]Then came Avo-That's Italian. In honor of Bourbon, here's Kenton. Arana's Mexican with a spider's face. Saveur's what chef Dominique's bent on. Did you notice, in the above Yet more menus on Magazine Street? Eighty five restaurants live there. Serving all you may want to eat. That's the good news, and now the less As so the comparisons go. [caption id="attachment_42554" align="alignright" width="133"] Marti's dining room, with Negroni.[/caption]Marti's remains in a limbo Maybe next year? I surely hope so. Redemption once was old Christian's. New owners now have the church closed. They've something new for the steeple What that will be, only God knows. So much for things, now on to people Begin with who left us bereaved. First surely comes Chef Paul Prudhomme's American taste preconceived. But the food man I will miss most Is mentor Dick Brennan the first. He shared the warmth of his Irish smile And his humor, his taste, and his thirst. Italian friends went off to heaven. Tony Angello has angels to feed. Joe Segreto is still a legend But his story we'll never read. I could write more such sentiments Till home here come all the cows. That's the only complaint I voice: It's not about whats but the hows. I'd relate what appeals to my palate And thoughts welling deep in my mind. Good wishes to you, O list'ner. Friend. I remain, still tastefully signed:

Tom Fitzmorris