Week 46 - Local Louisiana Lunch!
Can't tell you how proud I am of that alliteration and I'm not joking when I say I did actually spend half the day thinking "what word beginning with 'L' could I use to describe that meal I had in the middle of the day...?"
Anyway, I've stopped patting myself on the back so I'll carry on - I spent a couple of nights in New Orleans, which is a crazy and wonderful city, but due to torrential storms during the day I couldn't actually do any of the culturally important things like plantation visits... so naturally I just ate instead.
I walked past a bar which had a three-legged dog wandering in and out of it which I found a little hilarious (sorry!), so it had my vote for a lunchtime stop-off. Their speciality, like every other place in Nawlins, was crawfish, or "cheap greyish prawns" as I now like to call them. Cheap and delicious and hilarious! (I mean, when you have a three-legged dog hopping about the place, all meals are much more entertaining.)
And this is what you get for just $7, which was described as a "small portion". Having never tried them before, I would've been utterly clueless as to how to eat them had I not overheard a woman at the bar telling someone else that you crack the shells open in a savage-like fashion and just eat the tail. Luckily I remembered all by myself that like with prawns, you have to take out the black veiny poopy bit, but I'm trying to convince myself that I didn't just remember that after I'd eaten my first one, and that I didn't really eat a little bit of crawfish kack...
Potential fish-shit consumption aside, it was great! But I have an anecdote from my journey home afterwards too; as I walked down the road, there were these adorable little girls selling cookies in the street (yes, that really happens here!) for 50 cents each, but I gave them a dollar, partly because I would have felt like a bit of a dick asking them for change, but mainly because I have no idea if seven-year-olds can count. For a brief millisecond, the whole "not taking taking sweets from strangers" thing did cross my mind, and I did bizarrely think "what if this cookie's been roofied?" But then as I walked down the road after my purchase and turned the corner, I came across a homeless man taking a dump in the street in broad daylight, and I realised there are much more concerning things in the world than little girls and their (probably) non-roofied cookies.