My love of crawfish and Boudreaux jokes often lead to interesting adventures and odd stares from the uninitiated. Today was no different. Because I no longer live in Louisiana, I can be easily misunderstood–or misinterpreted at times.
But off I went, dragging my partner in adventure, Cindy. I found a place in Duluth, GA, that promised live and boiled crawfish only twenty minutes from home. I knew this because I’d called around prior to my goose chase.
Boudreaux’s Cajun Seafood Market, owned by a nice man named Paul, was my destination. He’d asked on the phone what part of Louisiana I was from. “I was born in Lafayette, but grew up in a tiny town near Toledo Bend Lake called Many. You’ve probably never heard of it.” Of course he hadn’t, right?
Oh, but yes Paul Many had. My same small town had been named after his great grandfather, Colonel James B. Many, a popular and colorful officer at Ft. Jesup beginning around 1827. It seems his great-grandfather had been quite the soldier in Europe as well. There aren’t any Manys in Many. In fact only ten households of the Many family are still around. The name was originally spelled Magny.
We left our history lesson with Paul and headed over to Boudreaux’s Acadian Cafe for an embarrassing amount of boiled crawfish, gumbo, and ten other items on their lunch buffet. On the way home, I made Cindy giggle with my two favorite Boudreaux jokes. My day was complete. The food was incredible and I’d learned something about my hometown. I will go back with my husband and friends for the live music and a repeat trip to crawfish heaven.