Chasing fried catfish in Baton Rouge, Louisiana is not a hobby so much as a weekly rhythm, the kind that makes you drive across town because you know the crunch you want.
I idled in drive-thru lines, leaned on warm hoods, and burned my tongue once because that first bite begged for no patience.
Counters, windows, sit-down seafood shacks, and family spots all keep baskets dropping as if the city runs on cornmeal clocks…