On the subject of prom, Katharine Shilcutt has spoken. Prom-goers should eat at Haven. The end. Anyway, her post inspired some readers to reminisce about their own prom experiences. Wrote unclelijah:
I went to high school in New Orleans. I took my prom date the Caribbean Room at the Pontchartrain Hotel, one of the best restaurants in the city. She didn't like it because she got a piece of crab shell in her Crabmeat Au Grautin, but my meal was fab and I was paying for it so screw her. She also vetoed us going to see Springsteen's "Born to Run" tour before the prom (very do-able). She's been married 4 times, I'm gay and thank Christ I got a good meal out of the whole deal! Fer Chrissakes don't send your kids to The Cheesecake Factory!
Not enjoying a meal because a bit of crab shell? Passing up Springsteen? Who is this woman, and how did she find four husbands?
