Laissez les bon temps rouler, y’all!!
It’s Cajun for “Let the good times roll!”
I’m not a Cajun, nor French, nor a Louisiana native, but something in that bayou stung me like a bee, and I never wanted to leave.
If my mother is reading this, she will attest to the fact that I feel this way about many places.
But really, come on, they have ranking order:
1. Texas. DUH.
2. Louisiana. Specifically…