by Erin Napier
A couple years ago Ben and I took a spontaneous trip down to New Orleans for his birthday, and we had brunch at Stanley on Jackson Square. It was so delicious—I’ve been craving it ever since, so this morning(ish), I convinced the group to walk down to Quarter and endure the 1.5 hour wait so I could try it again.
And it was worth every minute we had to wait.
Aaaaaaand Gwyneth Paltrow was eating a few tables away then she and her boyfriend got up to leave, all but bumping into Jim trying to get past him, but I was the ONLY person at our table who saw her. And I was whispering furiously because she was still in earshot: “THAT’S GWYNETH PALTROW! GWYNETH PALTROOOOW!!!!!!!” but none of these goobers understood what I was saying until she was standing outside the window.
I will tell people everyday for the rest of my life that I am close, warm, personal friends with crazy ole Gwyneth Paltrow.
But seriously, I thought she didn’t eat anything but raw, wet almonds. What the heck was she doing up in Stanley? #baconfat #cheese
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I’m Erin Napier, co-owner of Laurel Mercantile Co. and Scotsman Co. with my husband, Ben. I’m an artist and he’s a craftsman and we help people moving to our town find and restore old houses on HGTV’s Home Town. In an effort to count my blessings, this journal has documented only the good things that happen on each and every day of my life since January 1, 2010. I am a wife, a daughter, a homebody, a bubble bath lover, a book reader, a sentimental, stressed out, slightly obsessive southerner. Welcome!