On Good Friday, we stood for a while between patrons at the bar, and tables filled with people and topped with bulging trays of red, shiny crawfish. The crowd outside at Sammy's on Highland Road in Baton Rouge was even larger than our foursome waiting in the bar. Besides, our group logic spun out like this -- by waiting inside, like vultures preying on loitering diners, we could be first to see an open table and still be able to snag a drink from the bartender who was within a long arm's reach.
The crawfish catch was light that week because of high prevailing winds tipping over the traps, so the demand versus supply for crawfish was high and besides, like I said, it was Good Friday. So Sammy's was PACKED. Everybody in Louisiana has to eat crawfish on Good Friday. Visitors, too. If you are traveling to Louisiana in the spring, you must count on seeing big fat bushes of pink Azaleas, smelling yellow pollen, and tasting hot and spciy Good Friday crawfish. Just get to Sammy's a little earlier than we did (7 p.m. ish).
The best part about the restaurant, not including the cute young waitress that my date enjoyed chatting with, is the crowd. When people from here discuss heading out to Sammy's, the question is usually "is it packed?" We need to know if everybody else in the neighborhood has headed there for a meal or crawfish. Sammy's added another parking lot last year, it was getting so bad. And you wonder why that's good? Because you get to sit with Louisiana natives who will talk to you from the next table -- which is usually a wonderfully fun diversion.
This night we solved a troubling dilemma for most young men -- why women get so moody. (It's a blood sugar thing, guys, feed the girls!). If you are coming to Louisiana and want to experience the warm welcome that is truly Baton Rouge, check out Sammy's for true Louisiana food.
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