Does the sharp, peppery scent of a crawfish boil ever make you pull over without thinking? Finding a massive pot of spicy seafood steaming in an Arkansas parking lot always feels like a stroke of luck.
Even though the Gulf Coast is hours away, the love for Louisiana heat has firmly taken root across the Natural State. I find myself gravitating toward those unpretentious spots where the steam from a seafood boil fogging up the windows is the only sign you need.
It isn’t about being fancy or recreating a postcard version of New Orleans. Instead, it is about those heavy bowls of gumbo and crusty po’boys that feel right at home here…