We walked in and were greeted by the regulars sitting at the counter. Well hello and welcome they bellowed. You're not from around here. Oh no, no, no we’re not. Where you from? Oh we’re from NY. (The answer to that question will be changing in the near future.) First we heard about the Stony Brook Baseball team which had beaten LSU the previous weekend in the college championship. Someone else at the bar chimed in, "Well I don’t totally hate NY because at least they have some conservatives up there
. Unlike all the hippie crazies in California. There was a spiel on how only Fox News reports the truth ABC, NBC and CBS make it up while they go along. Oh dear we are not in Kansas anymore. There was a lovely couple who asked all about our road trip. They are in the process of selling their house and moving to Portland, Oregon where their son and his wife life. I wished them luck. Portland is a long way from Houma. Finally, we finished our beignet strips while talking to an alligator farmer and processor. I’m not sure a word of what he said was true but he was damn entertaining. I really only understood what he said at the end of every sentence. I should have recorded him speaking. It sounded like curly molasses. Whatever that might mean.
Bayou Cane was as cajun country as it gets. Definitely worth the trip just tell the regulars that Ben and Kathryn sent you.
I was really excited for Cajun country. I was sure I was going to get to speak French. And I LOVE speaking French and to think I could possible speak French in America of all places. Amazing. So we rolled into Houma and asked for a recommendation on breakfast. We were told the Bayou Cane Café had excellent beignets and coffee. Well what more could you ask for in life.