…you actually get excited about celebrating Mardi Gras rather than condemn it as debauchery.
…you’ve eaten red beans and rice more frequently than pizza — and you know how to prepare it.
…you’ve eaten shrimp etouflee, po’ boys, and jambalaya.
…you’ve been quizzed on the spot as to the correct spelling of Tchoupitoulas.
…you understand the prestige of someone returning with the gift of Big Shot.
…you learn that jazz can be kind of tolerable at times.
…you are extremely aware that Louisiana has parishes instead of counties.
…you know “making groceries” isn’t when Kroger introduces a new product.
…you know snoballs have flavors.
…you have a quiet respect for Camellia Grill, even though you’ve never eaten there.
…you know it’s blasphemous to suggest that any kind of food any where else in the world may be better.
…you’ve had to watch Stuck in the Suburbs and/or Runaway Jury.
…you actually know who Drew Brees is, and you love him some days, but hate him some others.
…you know that Magazine is a street with a lot of shops… and it runs parallel with the river.
…you know the definition of “zephyr” and its relevance to minor league baseball.
…it breaks your heart that you have to wait until 8:15 tonight for King Cake.
…your first date was at Chappy’s.
(…and you had this proof-read by aforementioned NOLA boy and he still found three errors. What can I say, I’m only from Roanoke.)