The Story of Fishbone's
Back in the swamp--that's where Voodoo Daddy & Chef Boudan first met. Chef was a cookin' for a chain gang on Highway 5 outside Lafayette; Daddy was runnin' a moonshine bar. One crazy night their paths crossed at the Red Ox, a local waterin' hole.
Bellyin' to the bar, they put down 11 shots o' 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.
Unfortunately, Chef always hated the Dixie heat, and Daddy was a ladies man who wore out his welcome. In the early '90s, they up and moved to Wisconsin, armed with a box of recipes and a bottle o' hot sauce. The economy wasn't good, so they both took jobs cleaning box cars at the local railroad. After six years o' savin' and a whole lotta experiments in the kitchen, they opened their own joint: Fishbone's.
We tell people Fishbone's is Cajun/Creole fusion with a hint o' Pacific Rim. If ya don't know what that means, it don't matter a lick. Just 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!
Daddy and Boudan