Back in the swamp. That's where Voo
Doo Daddy & Chef Boudan first met. Chef was a cookin' for a
chain gang on Highway 5 out of Lafayette. Daddy was runnin’
a moonshine bar. One crazy night their paths crossed at the Red
Ox, a local watern' hole. Belling to the bar, they put down eleven
shots a tequila. They talked about gator wrestlin', Hank Williams,
Buckwheat Zydeco, Dukes of Hazzard, and how the "Yanks"
didn’t put enough kick in their food. They been partners in
crime ever since.
In the early 90's, they up and moved to Wisconsin
armed with a box of recipes and a bottle a Hot sauce. (Chef always
hated the Dixie heat, and Daddy was a ladies man who wore out his
welcome.) The economy wasn’t good, so they both took jobs
a working at the local railroad cleaning box cars. After six years
a savin' and a whole lotta experimentin' in the kitchen, they opened
up their own joint. That's how Fishbone’s was born.
We tell people Fishbone's is cajun creole fushion
with a hint a "Pacific Rim", but if ya don’t know
what that means, it don’t matter a lick. Just to know we serve
darn tasty grub and killer drinks. So kick up your feet, order a
few plates and stay awhile. We're here for ya!!!
Kindly’, Daddy and Boudan