Cajun food means if you can catch it or kill it, you eat it. It’s country cooking from the very far south of the United States that has a historical background in Nova Scotia, Canada. It is sometimes extreme (it is said that nothing is wasted in a Cajun's kitchen), but for the timid, there are "safe" items on the menu such as fried shrimp and clams. If you've ever wanted to try some fried ditch bugs (crayfish) or alligator, this is the place. The accent you hear is Cajun French. The music makes you want to get up and dance. Neckties are absolutely NOT allowed. Those little bottles of red sauce are hot, hot, and hotter. Treat them with caution unless you are used to real Tabasco sauce.

After you seat yourself at long picnic tables, having climbed over a bench to do so, your drink order will be taken. Iced tea is served in liter-sized glasses, and beer and wine under unusual circumstances. Trust me on this, but the alcohol is only sold to benefit charities, not for profit. People made individual orders, but platter after platter of specialties were served to all: dirty rice, hush puppies, beans hot enough to melt the paint on your car, and some things I couldn't quite identify. We were also served little 2-ounce tastes of gumbo rich and good enough to live on. What’s in gumbo? Whatever you have, but it is usually a mixture of shrimp; other seafood; bits of meat, sausage, peppers, and beans; and rice in a rich, rich broth. Sometimes so think you can eat it with a fork. Whatever mama has on the stove.

This place has very good food and is fun, but just in case you don't speak Cajun, you can point to the menu and order a hamburger. The guy or gal you share a table with may very well be an astronaut, as NASA is only a few minutes away. You'll come, you hear!