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Arnaud's restaurant review

Hoping for a bit of chi chi Creole cuisine, we had dinner Friday night at Arnaud's in the Quarter. The waitstaff all wore tuxes, the dessert menu featured bananas foster, and a reservation was required. The restaurant certainly had the appearance of the upscale dining we were seeking.

Then the lady at an adjacent table screamed and knocked over her water glass. A cockroach had crawled over her open-toed sandal. The waiter's response to her alarm? "You're just not from New Orleans."

And later he wiped his nose while preparing the orange flambé.