After I get married in a few months, I’ll likely take a trip down to Louisiana to visit and meet new in-laws and family members, and introduce them to the world of Louis Fowler. Hooray for me, hooray for love!
Outside of familail obligations, I have three firm mandates for this trip: listen to a Zydeco band (or two), check out Lagniappe Records in Lafayette, and, most importantly, indulge in some authentic, side-of-the-road Louisiana cuisine—and no, I don’t mean Popeyes.
To prepare for this culinary quest, I’ve been training hard, sampling every Oklahoma-style Cajun spot I can find, from the makeshift crawdads of the Red River to the mechanical mudbugs of the Canadian River.