Salt Lake appears so shiny and Mormon from the outside, but it’s actually pretty diverse and gorgeous and weird. Did you know this is one of the gayest cities in America? Maybe in response to the region’s polygamist tradition of over-procreating? Anyway, it also feels like an interesting dining town, with a number of disparate spots throughout downtown and into the burbs, showcasing the sort of eclecticism common to regions without a clearly defined culinary tradition. Bayou is a fantastic, unassuming cajun joint south of downtown, recommended immediately by the hotel concierge.
After making up our minds about entrees and starting in on a bottle of Goats do Roam, we saw Alligator Cheesecake on the appetizers list and, obviously, had to start with that.
It tasted more like a quiche than a cheesecake, which was probably for the best if we were going to finish the huge meals we saw servers bringing out to other tables. The gator (similar here to a pork sausage) didn’t thrill, but along with the surprisingly spicy red pepper sauce and pecans made for a tasty starter.
My entree was a “Gumbo-laya”, which was a Jambalaya with chicken gumbo ladled on top. I added crawfish to the dish which was a major bonus. This was a traditionally dark, rich gumbo broth, very savoury. Fantastic. Too good not to finish, even if I had to unbutton my shorts for the last stretch.