Walk up window, no tables, not enough napkins, and the kind of BBQ chicken Zeus disguises himself as fumes from the nearby overpass to experience.
My coworker and dined on the hood of his truck. Under the chicken is a succulent sub-strata of ribs. I threatened to wipe my face with the white bread and eat it, but thankfully it didn't come to that.
1327 Washington (& Missouri St.), Baton Rouge, LA (225) 383-3049
Damn. I am up for going there asap, especially since we didn't get served there last time because of your "cop" look.
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