Blackened Catfish Creole. Deep-fried Crawfish tails. BBQ Jumbo Shrimp. Aligator and Chicken Gumbo. Bread Pudding. Im in Nachitoches, Lousiana; it rules. Freakin no wonder why almost everyone here tips the scales at over 300lbs, or has cute girl F.I.T. syndrome(Fat in training, think Britney Spears, post baby... I see these girls as often as Rainbows on Davie St. Such a shame really) But yeah... the food is profoundly G. U. D., gud. Next I think Im gonna try grits... whatever that is.
I do get the stares though. They dont know what to make of me, the wierd asiany dude in the Adidas track jacket and PF Flyers. And I feel like in some movie, like ... I dont know... The Waterboy. Ive always thought these forced accents in Hollywood were exagerations... but nuh-huh... hells no... accurate as digital callipers y'all.
Other than that... I kinda feel like Im in Prince George... ie... Full size trucks are the only acceptible mode of transportation. Only difference of course, here, an over abundance of Lil Jon clones..
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