What is wrong with this first sentence from an Eric Adelson story on ESPN.com? Hint: you need to think culturally.BATON ROUGE, La. -- It's almost time. A rock band blares, and the brats brown, and the sun bakes, and a little boy waits.
I did not even know what a Brat was until I left Louisiana. I remember when I told my friends from the Midwest that I never had a brat before they nearly freaked. They asked, "Then what did you serve at tail gates and BBQ?" I replied, "Simple, boiled crawfish, fried chicken, shrinp or oyster po-boys, red beans and rice, gumbo, Jambalaya, crawfish pie, fried fish, etc..." It would turn out that there is a reason why South Louisianas don't serve brats: they aren't all that good when compared to the regional food from South Louisiana. I think we'll just save the brats for the kiddos and keep the good stuff for the adults.
I did like the answer provided by The Mighty Favog:
Poo yi yi, cher! Me, I didn't know what no brats was until I first went to the Midwest, me!
And dey OK, I reckon, but I likes 'em blackened, yeah! But dey ain't no substiture for a good chicken-and-andouille gumbo or a pot of jambalaya. Or maybe some catfish deep-fat fryin' on the camp stove.
If you fry your hush puppies and fried potatoes in the same grease as the catfish . . . cher, you got some good eatin', there!
Tonnaire, ca c'est bon, oui!