I trust a buffet more when it feels slightly unhinged in a friendly way. This one has that energy: steam rising, tongs clacking, somebody’s uncle circling the seafood like he has tactical training, and me pretending I will make “balanced choices” before marching straight toward the crab.
The room is not elegant, and thank goodness. It feels hungry, social, generous, and completely uninterested in performing sophistication.
Louisiana snow crab legs, Lafayette buffet seafood, hot crab trays, hibachi plates, and family-friendly dinner cravings collide here in a messy, joyful feast…