Trip to Mississippi: Fish Camp
For those of you who may not have noticed, family tradition is part of what makes a LaCour a LaCour. So it was only fitting that when Rachel, Jonathan, Lacey and I visited Rachel and Jonathan's grandmother, Sarah Lincoln LaCour that we went to eat a traditional Mississippi fried catfish meal at Long's Fish Camp near Sarah Lincoln's home town of Meridian, Mississippi.
A modest structure, Fish Camp is a cinderblock building standing off a country highway with a sand parking lot. The interior, painted plain white, was lit by bare incandescent bulbs and hunting trophies adorned the walls.
The catfish, served on Melmac plates, was some of the best I've ever had. And, of course, an industrial-sized bottle of Tabasco sauce kept things spicy.
Sarah Lincoln tells Jonathan and Andrew that she'd rather "open her mouth and let the sun shine in" than eat Jello.
The view from the back seat of Sarah Lincoln's Grand Marquis.
A modest structure, Fish Camp is a cinderblock building standing off a country highway with a sand parking lot. The interior, painted plain white, was lit by bare incandescent bulbs and hunting trophies adorned the walls.
The catfish, served on Melmac plates, was some of the best I've ever had. And, of course, an industrial-sized bottle of Tabasco sauce kept things spicy.
Sarah Lincoln tells Jonathan and Andrew that she'd rather "open her mouth and let the sun shine in" than eat Jello.
The view from the back seat of Sarah Lincoln's Grand Marquis.
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