I’m feeling slightly abused on this Thursday afternoon. I get woken from my nap to take yet another ridiculous photo in front of some state sign next to a bustling highway. Not cute.
A few early observations about Louisiana, its smells damp where Texas was dry and brown LA is wet and green. It’s amazing how drastically something can change from a simple state line. It went from cowboys + cows to gators + crawfish. I can’t wait to dive my whiskers into a crawfish boil which is exactly what we are doing for dinner.
Well we ate at the above establisment and I think they smelled the Yankee on Catlin immediately. The pirate hooker of a waitress wanted nothing to do with them damn yanks. The food offerings were ok- they were really looking for the finger sucking, dumped on the table boiled crawfish experience. It wasn’t here. They ended up getting crawfish étouffée and shared some with me. I can’t pass up shellfish so I was in kitty heaven. It’s two more hours to New Orleans, I can’t wait to get to my newest accommodations as I’m quite tired of this car and this humidity has me feeling like swamp thing- luckily there are hundreds of swamps so I’m in good company.
Enzo The Cross-Eyed Cat 