Last week we were driving home after a week in Austin, Texas and spent Friday night in Lafayette, Louisiana, deep in Cajun country. That evening we had a great Cajun meal at a local restaurant, and the next morning drove a few miles east to the little town of Breaux Bridge, looking for breakfast.
Boy, did we find it.
As we drove down Bridge Street, we noticed a line of folks standing outside a local restaurant. Turns out they were waiting for entrance to Cafe des Amis, home of the legendary Zydeco Breakfast. What a spot. Once we waited in line, paid our $5 cover and got inside, we found a local band playing some great zydeco, about 50-60 people of all ages spinning and dipping on the wooden dance floor and a bar serving up bloody marys and mimosas by the score. It was quite the scene for 8:30 on a Saturday morning.
Breakfast was beignets, strong coffee and an omelette smothered in crawfish etoufee, a lot of which we later worked off on the dance floor. If you don’t walk out of that place with a smile on your face, you’ve got problems.