We’ll soon have a full report up on La Fete Des Vieux Temps or Festival of Old Times for non-francophones.
But this article will only concern itself with a fried catfish po boy that was served in the 6k square foot food pavilion.
Thousands of Louisianans crowded into the space with promises of cracklins, boudin balls, alligator sauce piquante, shrimp boulettes, and white bean platters heaped alongside bits and pieces of fried catfish.
When we get within hollering distance of Des Allemands we always sortie out in hopes of finding catfish as there is none finer in these United States.A catfish po boy at the party comes with tomatoes and little packets of low-grade mayo enrichened with corn syrup. Nonetheless we plow ahead with our choice and it proves to be a good one. Seven small filets have been dredged lightly in unseasoned corn meal then fried quickly in peanut oil. We ask after the provenance of the fish but are met with blank stares.
Maybe it did come from Des Allemands. Maybe not, but it was certainly a good grade fish. The bread is a notch above ordinary festival-quality but will likely not be available at upper-level New Orleans po boy parlors anytime soon. The tomatoes are inoffensive but this time of year only the most ardent gardeners have good ones.
The party is rousing in the manner of all Louisiana fetes. A one man band is performing all the country hits of yesteryear and the old timers are all either dancing up a storm or hooting and hollering from their camp chairs flanking the dance floor.
It’s a real good time.
Do you enjoy a hot bag of cracklins? We met Kerwin Cortez at the event and filed a separate report.