Buffets have always been more about on-base percentage than home runs.
If I can walk away from any sort of buffet with most dishes that cross my plate a hit, I’m feeling pretty good, cost permitting. At Arnaudville’s Little Big Cup, you’ll feel positively peachy with the quality-to-quantity-to cost ratio on display at its infamous brunch buffet — 3:2:1. Where else can you get a solid pork stew, take five helpings of bread pudding, visit a nearby psychic alligator, discover that life’s too short to NOT crumble cracklins over pork ribs, and walk it off in the weirdest arts burg this side of the Sabine River? Even if the question weren’t rhetorical the answer would still be nowhere.
Little Big Cup has a beautiful porch overlooking Bayou Fuselier, or so I’m told. The damned thing is so popular with the brunch crowd that I’ve never been able to sit there. Fact: Both times I visited the gorgeously appointed Cajun eatery, I’ve sat at the same table, with the same waitress and ate exactly the same amount of bacon. I may have stumbled into some kind of Ground Hog’s Day-type existential loop, and frankly it didn’t bother me. I’d rather spend an eternity of days eating my weight in jambalaya than learning to play the piano. I’ve done the latter. I quit and learned to play guitar.
Pro Tip - No amount of coffee will prevent or revive you from the food coma following a Little Big Cup brunch. You may think you’re coming out of it, but then you discover that the cinnamon rolls taste pretty good dipped in your cup of Community.