On a coastal road trip, I spotted a place outside Corpus Christi with a sign out front that read, “Crawfish queso.” I decided to stop and have a bite.
It was early afternoon in the off-season, and while this spot wasn’t on the beach, it was close enough to the coast that seagulls flew overhead, the air was salty, and the restaurant was elevated on stilts.
When I ordered the crawfish queso, I asked the server if she had tried it. She had not, which I thought was curious because it was advertised . . .
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