Pulling off I-10 in Louisiana doesn’t usually change your life. This one does.
The moment the smell of smoked meat and cracklins hits the parking lot, any remaining road trip discipline quietly disappears. What looks like a modest stop turns out to be one of those places locals protect with near-religious loyalty. Inside?
Boudin in more varieties than seems medically necessary. Smoked sausages, crawfish balls, meat pies, stuffed peppers…