The older Cajun dude that checked me in was cool, but I could barely understand him through his Cajun accent. I am in swampland.
Old Cajun dude recommended that I eat here for dinner:
Sunday night? No problem in Louisiana bayou country, always food, drink, and music to be found, I guess.
Really fun place. Gumbo and Cajun punch, and a Cajun band. Lots of locals who knew each other, and just a few tourists, I think all of them from the same B&B I was at. We stood out. A couple big local family parties were going on....
Gumbo was super, bayou hot. Like runny nose and sweaty forehead hot. One spoon of gumbo, one drink of water. Bread pudding for dessert; I think they just dumped a shot of bourbon over it. Awesome.
There were two older local couples at the next table (a grandson was playing in the Cajun band). They reminded me of my grandparents and their friends at the flea market in Minnesota. Except swap the "ohh, yaa" for "mes amis."
Merci blah blah. Was going to stay at a haunted plantation tonight, but I needed the sleep instead.