"Yeah, well, Bond isn't always so smart. He orders his martinis shaken, not stirred. The dunce. You can do that with a vodka martini, but if you do that with a gin martini, you'll ruin it because you'll bruise the gin. Vodka doesn't bruise. I'd rather drink firewhiskey anyway," Marcus flashed a grin at her. "Olde Nola Cookery sounds good to me. Shall we drive or apparate into a alley nearby? And since its right on Bourbon Street, we can take a walk through the French quarter while we're there."
"No, not yet," Angus said. "Iya said she has an idea where it is, though. Maybe we can get her or Beau to take us there tomorrow in the daylight. There is a shack there. I think I would recognize it. It's pretty ramshackle, but there are always lights inside it at night. I don't generally see anyone going in or out but the lights in the shack and the bonfire out front are just about the only lights there are. There are enormous cypress trees around, and they're almost dripping with spanish moss. It doesn't ever feel like its back in that far from the bayou waterway. I seem to think I've seen some little boats pulled up on shore--like little row boats that have motors. I think that's how most of the dancers get there. So we might need to take to the water to find the place..."
As they drove further, he was intrigued by what looked for all the world like a little ramshackle shack on the side of the road but there were cars crowded all around it. There was a sign that said it was a cajun restaurant.
"Any restaurant with that many cars can't have bad food," he said. He looked at her. "Feeling adventurous? Shall we try it?" He found a place to park the truck, right beside a vintage cadillac convertible. "Lets check it out."
They walked in, and a blonde waitress dressed in jeans and a tee shirt with her hair pulled back in a ponytail welcomed them. The place was crowded, and Angus didn't see an empty table in the place.
"Hey, Y'all, welcome to the River Road," she told them. "There's a table over there near the window that just came open. If that's okay, just seat yourselves and I'll be right over to clear it off for ya. Here's a couple menus, and the specials are up there on the chalkboard." She pointed to a large chalkboard at the other side of the room. "Make yourselves at home. I'll be right with you as soon as I drop off these beers."
"Thanks," Angus said, taking the menus she offered. "That'll be just fine." Angus led the way to the table, knowing that the last customers' dishes needed to be cleared from the table, but he noticed that the last customers had cleaned their plates. That was another good sign, he thought.