A Feast for the Soul
January 19, 2015
I slammed the car door closed and slumped my way to the entrance of the restaurant that my parents chose for dinner that night. I glanced indifferently to the dingy neon sign above the door as I approached the building. After several disappointing meals of subpar tourist fare that crushed my lofty expectations for New Orleans cuisine, I was not expecting too much from this dive. A grizzled old man with a brown bag and a cap with loose change in it held the door open for me and I passed through into the restaurant with a shy thank you and a guilty glance at his nearly empty hat.
As soon as I stepped through the threshold, the drool inducing aroma of fresh seafood and spicy Cajun seasoning washed over me.