I've already told you about the barbeque restaurant with the blue grass band in Marion, Virginia. The next day we ate lunch at a "Belgian southern bistro" in Lenoir, Tennessee. The proprietor was Flemish, and the "bistro" featured Belgian beers. On the 8th we stopped in Bessemer, Alabama, at a Mexican butcher shop with a side room restaurant. The patrons included three Bessemer fire fighters and some Mexican gardeners.
On Friday we had a late supper at a small takeout fish fry place in Beaumont, Texas. The establishment was run by Vietnamese, and the clientele was black, except for us. Linda had the giant shrimp and I had three boudin balls, which are some kind of deep fried balls composed of rice and pork parts. I don't recommend them.
Yesterday Linda's brother-in-law took us to Nifa's, a locally famous Mexican restaurant in the 5th Ward of Houston. My goodness, that was wonderful.
Today we started back. We stopped for lunch at Cajun Tales, a restaurant in Welsh, Louisiana. I had fried catfish.
I don't care for much of the politics down here, but the food is amazing.
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