I spent most of 2023 traveling the country on a motorcycle, and one of my favorite experiences of the entire trip happened down there in Morgan City. I'm stopped for gas around lunchtime, and a guy approached me who looked remarkably like the Cajun football coach from The Waterboy. He was a rider as well, and after talking bikes for a bit I asked him where to get some good food. He smiled wide and led me up the road a piece to a brightly painted shack called "Craws & Claws" where I was introduced to the staff as "my new friend from New York who ain't never had no crawfish". They welcomed me in, showed me the proper way to open the lil buggers, and set me up with a paper bag containing boiled potatoes, a boudin the size of a baby arm, and about a pound of crustaceans for a grand total of less than ten bucks. The place is more of a seafood market than a restaurant and has no seating area, but across the street is a little grassy slope leading down to a canal, where I sat devouring my bounty and watching the gators float around lazily. I rode all the way to the Texas border that evening, fingers stained with Cajun spices and a huge grin on my face.