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Personal Narrative: Fried Shrimp

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Growing up, Friday was the day me and my mom ate out. She cooked dinner at home Saturday-Thursday, but Fridays were our day to hit up a restaurant. I remember us going to Freeman & Harris and picking up a to-go order of chicken fried steak for my mom and half a dozen of fried shrimp for me. It was always a half a dozen fried shrimp for me until I became a teenager. That was the ONLY thing my mom would let me order. I could never get a dozen, nor could I get a stuffed shrimp. It was always those six perfectly fried, golden, crusty shrimp and tartar sauce.

When I became a teenager, my mom upped my selections and I could either stick with the half a dozen shrimp or I could get the gumbo. I couldn't have both. I had to pick one or another. Now …show more content…

I started exploring the menu more and decided that my mom was right about what to order. My go-to order became the chicken fried steak with fries, gravy on the side with one stuffed shrimp. For me that order was the best of all my childhood nostalgia. I still had a fried shrimp but it had some extra stuff with it and then there was my mama's favorite meal because she is always with me even when she is at her house.

Tuesday, September 24, 2013 shook our community with the passing of Chef Orlando Chapman. What would happen to the restaurant? What would happen to his family? Who would continue on the legacy? The restaurant reopened after Chapman's death, but it was not the same. Service often hit an all time low, the food was not the same quality, and eventually the doors closed for good under the Brother's Seafood name. That closing would not be the end of the legacy though. The next torch bearer had been waiting in the wings for his final push and a word from …show more content…

Now he is back in Shreveport and is devoting all of his time and energy into the opening of Orlandeaux's Café (housed in the former Brother's Seafood) named in honor of his father with a Creole twist of his name. Chapman is quick to pull out his receipts of "eaux" being French and doesn't belong to the Cajuns only nor does it only belong to South Louisiana. His creole pride runs through and through from having a Creole flag on the wall in Orlandeaux's to him being able to trace his family back to the Cane River area of Louisiana where almost everyone is probably his cousin. He knows his lineage back and forth and can rattle off names of families that are connected to his, he knows the traditions, and he has protected the

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