Alright so I'm not a blogger. In, fact, I've never even seen a blog until I was told to search one up for homework the other day. Anyway, My name's Brian. I'm 15, I row, and this is my blog. Oh, I'm sorry. This is my BLAWG. That's better. Let's get down to business (to defeat the Huns!) So, odds are the majority that I'm gonna be writing about is food. Food or crew, because crew is love, crew is life. This particular post will be about food. Bad food, more specifically. So, my family is one of travelers. That being said, we were in New Orleans, the home of Mardi Gras, and I was served the absolute worst gumbo I've ever had. On that trip, I went on a gumbo spree. I hadn't eaten gumbo before, and what better place to try it first than in the place it came from? I loved it. It was absolutely fantastic. Then, one fateful afternoon, my parents decided to take my brother and me to Mr. B's, a highly-acclaimed bistro in the heart of the city. Needless to say, I was pumped for the gumbo. We sat down at our table in the restaurant that night, and before I knew it, my gumbo, my savory, delicious gumbo was sitting, steaming no more than a foot in front of me. I lifted my spoon to my mouth, prepared for the taste to come cascading upon me in a rush of mouthwatering goodness. I bit down upon the gumbo... And was severely disappointed. It tasted like mud. It even looked like mud. I was shocked I hadn't noticed that before. Not only was it completely bland, but it had far too much rice, which soaked up all the gumbo. I took that one bite, and i set it down. I was disgusted, and that appetite that I had worked up for the meal was gone. the worst part is that our waiter, Otis, was a saint. That man was probably the most kind waiter I've ever met. In fact, walking out of the place, he even hugged my mom and grandma. Dude had that southern hospitality that makes you feel bad when you realize you don't have it. Anyway, Otis was so nice to me that I felt bad to return the meal, for fear that I would hurt the feelings of that angel in a tuxedo. That's the single worst food experience I've had in a while, and I hope you enjoyed my pain