Jazz legend Kermit Ruffins hosts a potluck for his musician friends and the chefs must provide the food.Jazz legend Kermit Ruffins hosts a potluck for his musician friends and the chefs must provide the food.
[CROSSTALK] I'm still pretty, baby. Ha! DJ Davidson. Kermit, man, good to see you man. I remember one time I saw the Treme Brass Band here and Uncle Lionel, he did the most hilarious solo ever. He fakes a heart attack and at the end of the last beat, he pops back up. That was the good old days. Sixteen minutes left guys. Sixteen minutes. I just need to portion my beef right now. Let me get the door. Like a true southern gentleman. Hey [UNKNOWN] nice to see you again. Good to see you you made it. Sue. Hi, nice to meet you. So, thanks for letting us use your place. You're [BLEEP] right. I hope. [LAUGH] Can I get it? Yeah, you can get it when you want. You are a potluck king, right? Oh, I invented it. Me and my friends would cook for the whole neighborhood, til the city stopped us from doing it. Why? Oh, we was having too much fun. Aah. In New Orleans, if they stop you from doing something that's too much fun, you're having a lot of fun. You're having a lot of [LAUGHTER] Nice. Nice? I'm fairly worried that the chuck roast, it might not be as tender as I want it to be. I have never been on the bottom, and I start panicking a little bit. Ready, ready? Are we sexy? It's a party. [BLANK_AUDIO]