Just when you thought cruises couldn't get more excessive, we paid extra and got reservations for the Bayou Cafe. The idea was the same: all you can order, twice as much as you should probably eat, but you get to pretend you're in a restaurant instead of a dining hall.
The theme was pretty clear: Cajun style cooking, a brass band playing and a muraled dining room decorated with wrought iron street lamps. The menu cemented it with "N-Awlins Crawfish," johnnycakes and Maw-Maw's Slaw. Well, we were ready for a change of pace from the standard dining room and it's always fun to order ridiculous menu items, so what the hey.
As opposed to the menu in the main dining room, the Bayou Cafe's listing was the same every night. They posted it outside the restaurant to tempt people into the $20 dining supplement- a successful strategy since I wondered about their Smothered Gator Ribs every time I passed by.
The menu itself was a plasticized card, laminated for spill protectage; by the end of the meal we'd be covered in all sorts of bbq sauces.
I tried to share, as is my standard technique for trying more menu items, but that tactic failed because it was No Limits. We ended up with almost every single dish on our 10 person table- the waiter brought out even the items we didn't order, because he was so sure we'd be into the Oysters Sieur De Bienville (they were fist size cheeseballs over an oyster).
The dishes themselves were as expected- by this point in the cruise we were always so full and drunk everything tasted more or less the same. The Gator Ribs, if you were wondering, reminded me of Dallas BBQ's- which I don't think are gators'.
Highlight for me was when I asked for "a tiny piece of cake" (I would never order cake in a restaurant- what, is it my birthday?) and the waiter brought me a piece about the size of a thumbnail- smaller than the sprig of mint accompanying it. Perfect! I felt like a giant! But then, he brought out the rest of it- the size of a brick, which is what it felt like in my stomach.
I'm on a boat!
As opposed to the menu in the main dining room, the Bayou Cafe's listing was the same every night. They posted it outside the restaurant to tempt people into the $20 dining supplement- a successful strategy since I wondered about their Smothered Gator Ribs every time I passed by.
I tried to share, as is my standard technique for trying more menu items, but that tactic failed because it was No Limits. We ended up with almost every single dish on our 10 person table- the waiter brought out even the items we didn't order, because he was so sure we'd be into the Oysters Sieur De Bienville (they were fist size cheeseballs over an oyster).
The dishes themselves were as expected- by this point in the cruise we were always so full and drunk everything tasted more or less the same. The Gator Ribs, if you were wondering, reminded me of Dallas BBQ's- which I don't think are gators'.
Highlight for me was when I asked for "a tiny piece of cake" (I would never order cake in a restaurant- what, is it my birthday?) and the waiter brought me a piece about the size of a thumbnail- smaller than the sprig of mint accompanying it. Perfect! I felt like a giant! But then, he brought out the rest of it- the size of a brick, which is what it felt like in my stomach.
I'm on a boat!
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