There was several VERY LARGE pieces of Bell Pepper, Own-Yawn and Celery on top covering the mess that was underneath. When I say large I'm talking close to two inch square chunks of these veggies. After moving that protective covering I ventured down into the soupy watery "whatever" it was swimmin in. To call it Roux or Broth or even Soup would be sacrilegious and punishable by being banned from ever crossing the Sabine River again. Water has more flavor than that ?liquid? had and the few pieces of what looked like rice (or it might have been couscous) and the micro-shrimp and "gawd knows what" was limited for lack of a better word.
I should have gotten up and left when the waitress told me that they didn't have any Louisiana Red Sauce.
Thanks to a longneck Shiner Bock I was able to make it home without malnutrition symptoms.
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