Well it seems like it anyway.
I’ve been spending some time in Louisiana for work, and I can always tell when I’m crossing the line into Texas. The roads get better and the speed limits go up.
It’s like being in a different country. The food isn’t bad though.
Watch out for that cajun cookin’.
You’ll gain a few inches on that waistline mighty quick. And that translates into longer stage times when shooting competitively.
I’m craving me some crawfish boil.
Crawfish Etouffe!
The average Louisiana gas station(those that have a mom-n-pop deli) has better food than most restaurants in the rest of the nation.
I gained much when driving through Cajun Country with a sales job. I went from a mildly pudgy 180, up to 250 right quick. And some of the best food was what my customers gave me. “My wife made two, and I can barely eat one. . . You want the other?”
Oh, HELL YES!