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You know you're from Lafayette if ...
You don't think it's unusual to take 50 years to plan and build a bridge.
You or someone in your family has a camp at Cypremort Point, Butte Larose or Toledo Bend.
You think "Festival" is a federal holiday.
You hope you have a long wait before being seated for dinner at La Fonda.
You remember when you went to eat at La Fonda last night, but that's all you remember.
Whenever you hear the name Don Briggs, your first thought is of a steak smothered in processed cheese .
You spread out your beach towel on the Destin sand and look around to see your neighbors on both sides of you.
Your parents come to visit you in either New York City or Los Angeles and they bring Zapp's Potato Chips. (Or their own Mello Joy or Community Coffee, 'cause you know it's impossible to get a great cup of coffee in either one of these cities.)
You regard any food labeled as "Cajun" outside of Acadiana with automatic suspicion.
You think Everclear is a primary ingredient in a margarita.
You enter a debate on whether Pizza Village or Deano's serves the best pizza.
You think the Blue Moon is the center of the universe.
Despite your better judgment, you still order the Cajun Executioner.
You think Holly Beach is a real beach.
You can identify people not from here by the way they pronounce "Lafayette."
You still crave hamburgers from Burger Tyme and Mr. Cook.
You leave your home near Kaliste Saloom Road at 8 a.m. and hit I -10 at 10:50 a.m.
You know how to spell and pronounce Kaliste Saloom, Feu Follet, Atchafalaya, Authement, Caillier, Verot, Breaux, DeRouen and Hebert.
While having lunch with friends, the main topic of conversation is what everyone ate for dinner last night and what they will be eating for dinner tonight.
At least three of your friends have nicknames and a funny story to explain why.
An oilfield worker insults you when you complain about the high cost of gasoline...or someone asks how the price of gas has affected their way of life and they can say, "I am putting in a pool".
You live by the three Fs — food, friends, festival.
You respect a man who can two-step and cook a gumbo.
You think "ayeee" is French for: 1) hey y'all, watch this! 2) food ... hot! hot! 3) Roddy Romero is on stage.
You ever entered a casino and asked for directions to the Bourre table.
You call every brand of hot sauce Tabasco.
You think Catholic churches work like Blockbuster; there's one for every 10-minute drive.
You remember that the Randol's dancing show came on after Soul Train on KADN.
You put your potato salad in your gumbo and think everyone around the world has a crawfish boil on Good Friday.
You are disappointed by the scarcity of beautiful women when visiting other parts of the country.
You drive in all the cardinal directions to get to a point three miles away.
You know The Basin is more than just a sink.
You use the turning lane on Johnston Street as your own personal express lane.
When it comes to Judice Inn, you order a fried egg on your hamburger; you know that on Saturdays you can't order the fried egg; and you know not to ever ask for french fries.
Your idea of eating healthy is to skip the round steak but not the rice and gravy.
Your idea of working late on Friday means that you actually return to the office after lunch.
The first order of business on Saturday mornings is to tune into KRVS for zydeco with JB and MC.
The second order of business on Saturday morning is figuring out where to buy boudin and cracklins for breakfast.
You expect the buffet to be all-you-can-eat.
Your idea of adding onto your house is to wall-in your carport
You think anyone from north of Bunkie is a Yankee.
You can't imagine a kitchen without a rice cooker.
Sacrificing during Lent means eating a huge seafood platter or 10 pounds of crawfish on Fridays.
You say French words that you aren't really sure are actual French words.
You end sentences with "yeah."
You think people from other places talk funny.
You know the days of the week by what plate lunch you are eating.
You remember family vacations to AstroWorld.
You've ever driven down a street that dead ends then re-appears somewhere else.
You've promised your vote in exchange for getting your driveway paved.
You think the four food groups are beer, boudin, cracklins, and coffee.
You see nothing wrong with stuffing a pork chop with pork stuffing.
You know that when you order rice and gravy you actually get so me meat with it.
You know you can go on a beer run without ever getting out of the car.
When the weatherman predicts a hurricane, you fill up the bathtub.
You believe there are only two seasons — hurricane and football.
You still call T-Joe, T-Joe.
You eat boudin and eggs for breakfast.
When introduced to someone your first question is, "Who's your daddy?"
You don't think it's unusual to take 50 years to plan and build a bridge.
You or someone in your family has a camp at Cypremort Point, Butte Larose or Toledo Bend.
You think "Festival" is a federal holiday.
You hope you have a long wait before being seated for dinner at La Fonda.
You remember when you went to eat at La Fonda last night, but that's all you remember.
Whenever you hear the name Don Briggs, your first thought is of a steak smothered in processed cheese .
You spread out your beach towel on the Destin sand and look around to see your neighbors on both sides of you.
Your parents come to visit you in either New York City or Los Angeles and they bring Zapp's Potato Chips. (Or their own Mello Joy or Community Coffee, 'cause you know it's impossible to get a great cup of coffee in either one of these cities.)
You regard any food labeled as "Cajun" outside of Acadiana with automatic suspicion.
You think Everclear is a primary ingredient in a margarita.
You enter a debate on whether Pizza Village or Deano's serves the best pizza.
You think the Blue Moon is the center of the universe.
Despite your better judgment, you still order the Cajun Executioner.
You think Holly Beach is a real beach.
You can identify people not from here by the way they pronounce "Lafayette."
You still crave hamburgers from Burger Tyme and Mr. Cook.
You leave your home near Kaliste Saloom Road at 8 a.m. and hit I -10 at 10:50 a.m.
You know how to spell and pronounce Kaliste Saloom, Feu Follet, Atchafalaya, Authement, Caillier, Verot, Breaux, DeRouen and Hebert.
While having lunch with friends, the main topic of conversation is what everyone ate for dinner last night and what they will be eating for dinner tonight.
At least three of your friends have nicknames and a funny story to explain why.
An oilfield worker insults you when you complain about the high cost of gasoline...or someone asks how the price of gas has affected their way of life and they can say, "I am putting in a pool".
You live by the three Fs — food, friends, festival.
You respect a man who can two-step and cook a gumbo.
You think "ayeee" is French for: 1) hey y'all, watch this! 2) food ... hot! hot! 3) Roddy Romero is on stage.
You ever entered a casino and asked for directions to the Bourre table.
You call every brand of hot sauce Tabasco.
You think Catholic churches work like Blockbuster; there's one for every 10-minute drive.
You remember that the Randol's dancing show came on after Soul Train on KADN.
You put your potato salad in your gumbo and think everyone around the world has a crawfish boil on Good Friday.
You are disappointed by the scarcity of beautiful women when visiting other parts of the country.
You drive in all the cardinal directions to get to a point three miles away.
You know The Basin is more than just a sink.
You use the turning lane on Johnston Street as your own personal express lane.
When it comes to Judice Inn, you order a fried egg on your hamburger; you know that on Saturdays you can't order the fried egg; and you know not to ever ask for french fries.
Your idea of eating healthy is to skip the round steak but not the rice and gravy.
Your idea of working late on Friday means that you actually return to the office after lunch.
The first order of business on Saturday mornings is to tune into KRVS for zydeco with JB and MC.
The second order of business on Saturday morning is figuring out where to buy boudin and cracklins for breakfast.
You expect the buffet to be all-you-can-eat.
Your idea of adding onto your house is to wall-in your carport
You think anyone from north of Bunkie is a Yankee.
You can't imagine a kitchen without a rice cooker.
Sacrificing during Lent means eating a huge seafood platter or 10 pounds of crawfish on Fridays.
You say French words that you aren't really sure are actual French words.
You end sentences with "yeah."
You think people from other places talk funny.
You know the days of the week by what plate lunch you are eating.
You remember family vacations to AstroWorld.
You've ever driven down a street that dead ends then re-appears somewhere else.
You've promised your vote in exchange for getting your driveway paved.
You think the four food groups are beer, boudin, cracklins, and coffee.
You see nothing wrong with stuffing a pork chop with pork stuffing.
You know that when you order rice and gravy you actually get so me meat with it.
You know you can go on a beer run without ever getting out of the car.
When the weatherman predicts a hurricane, you fill up the bathtub.
You believe there are only two seasons — hurricane and football.
You still call T-Joe, T-Joe.
You eat boudin and eggs for breakfast.
When introduced to someone your first question is, "Who's your daddy?"
Did you take your truck out or just watch?
