So itís crawfish season here in southwest Louisiana. Itís an exciting time of year, each spring and fall. Similar to the mom and pop donut shops so popular in these parts (read that post here
), small drive through crawfish stands can be found on most every major Lake Charles roadway.
Today was a lovely sunny day Ė perfect for a Sunday drive. Bob and I decided to go on a crawfish adventure, just to see how many different places we could find crawfish.
In Moss Bluff, thereís the Hot Spot.
In Westlake, Crawfish 2 Go.
On Ryan St., thereís Tails to Geaux. Iíve seen this place sell snow balls (snow cones, for my northern readers) and BBQ. Now crawfish. Guess they roll with the seasons.
Country Club Crawfish is so named because itís on Country Club Rd. But Country Cabin Crawfish would be more descriptive.
Also on Country Club Road is The Crawfish Stop. I love all the different cartoonish crawfish depictions.
Naturally, all these mom and pop joints are closed on Sundays, so to actually eat crawfish and not simply look at signs, we had to go to an established restaurant, and itís not always easy to find one open on Sunday in Lake Charles. But we knew for certain Steamboat Billís along I-10 would come through.
There should be a bit of preparation before one digs into a platter of crawfish. First, push your sleeves up securely. You donít want them getting messy or in the way. Then pull your hair back snug, because you are not going to want to touch it once you get started. Then make sure you have plenty of paper towels nearby. Steamboat Billís
crawfish were quite small (I thought maybe it was because itís early in the season or maybe the weather had something to do with it, until later in the afternoon, when we found larger crawfish elsewhere). And they were super spicy, which I donít mind so much. But my husband has an odd allergy to hot pepper spice and was red-faced and sweating buckets by the time we got to the last crawdad. (Weíre used to it.) We also thought the crawfish there were a tad overcooked. No worries. We love Steamboat Billís, as does everyone in town, and I know this one negative review wonít hurt their business one bit. Anyway, I saw something at this restaurant Iíd never seen anywhere else before. A wash-up station outside the rest rooms. How cool is that! Because it is absolutely essential to wash your hands ASAP after eating crawfish. Even after a dozen washes, your hands still smell like crawfish for a least a day or two.
Bob and I shared a small platter at Steamboat Billís because we were hoping to find another establishment selling crawfish, so we could sort of compare and contrast, you know, things like size, taste, spiciness, price. We drove from Steamboat Billís to Mr. Billís on McNeese Street. Closed. We went to Seafood Palace on Enterprise. Closed. We were just about ready to give up when, as we drove north on Highway 14, we saw another Crawfish Stop. Open. Score!
These crawfish were significantly larger, less spicy yet very tasty, cooked perfectly, and less expensive than Steamboat Billís.
So there you have it. Our Sunday afternoon crawfish adventure. Where do you like to get crawfish? Never eaten crawfish? Come visit us some spring or fall. Weíll show you how itís done.