After three years of chasing, rating, and occasionally defending Oklahoma’s best attempts at Cajun cooking—thanks to my Louisiana-born wife and my own culinary compulsions—I finally made it to the source. On our honeymoon, tucked inside a humble grocery store in Lafayette, I had my first taste: some po’ boys that stopped me cold.
Of course, they were more than delightful, but the next day…well, that was a total fais do-do!