You got that right, Brother. In Opelousas I was invited to a real Cajun throw down, good food and plenty of beer to wash it down. I expected crawfish, gator, boudin, etc. What they had was some kind of stew, they didn’t even call it gumbo, that about half the people there wouldn’t eat, and they were mostly cajun. I should have paid attention. I was sick for two days after, then someone told me the stew was deer organs, no muscle meat at all, and only the older, hard core cajuns (of which I was not one) or drunk yankees (of which I was one) would eat it. I still had a good time in La, overall.
Was the older lady there with her sulky made from water pipe, bicycle wheels and a car seat from a 54 Buick Roadmaster?