#12 Drive Through Daiquiri Shops
April 3, 2008 by chuval
Cajun’s love their alcohol, and they love it fast. If you ever had any doubt, then look no further than one of our greatest innovations…the Drive Through Daiquiri Shop. Just pull up in your car or truck and order a daiquiri off the menu. You can choose an individual or even gallon-sized portions. Next, you pay the attendant, who passes you your drinks in a large styrofoam cup through the drivers side window. That’s all there is to it!
But isn’t this illegal, you ask? Not in Louisiana chére. As long as you don’t poke that straw through the tape covering the hole in the lid (wink wink), you’re on legal terra firma. It’s a foolproof law, since everybody knows that once you remove the tape, it couldn’t possibly be reapplied. Still don’t believe me? Here’s the law that allows it (LSA 32:300).
This might seem ridiculous to outsiders, but to a hard drinking Coonass, a daiquiri is barely even considered a drink. In fact, it’s a warm up drink, an alcoholic appetizer, something you put down to get your party buzz on. Some Cajuns even swear daiquiris improve their driving (though the numbers aren’t on their side). Of course it should be legal to have daiquiris in your car. Hell, it should be mandatory.
Some Coonasses buying a daiquiri down at Holly Beach:
From LSA 32:300:
“Open alcoholic beverage container” means any bottle, can, or other receptacle that contains any amount of alcoholic beverage and to which any of the following is applicable: (i) It is open or has a broken seal. (ii) Its contents have been partially removed. “Open alcoholic beverage container” shall not mean any bottle, can, or other receptacle that contains any amount of frozen alcoholic beverage unless the lid is removed or a straw protrudes through the lid.
I was wondering when you were going to mention this…. as I drove past New Orleans’ Original yesterday.
Bruh, that is classic.
Keeyaw….Nachos, apostrophe “s”
My favorite quotes, “Mamma, get me a Hurricane” and “Only in Louisiana can you drive through to get a Daiquiri AND a Chef-Boy-Ar-Dee meal.” Cajun ingenuity, baby.
Evidently, the young lady in the video has connections to fix her tickets as well, as the tape on the lid didn’t deter her from imbibing.
Holly Beach — man, that brings back childhood memories. Sadly, I found that the girl with the Holly Beach shirt sounded just like me.
I remember eating at the one restaurant in Holly Beach (in nearby Cameron). The kitchen consisted of about 10 industrial microwaves.
Ahh Holly Beach, there’s a future post in there. Muddy water, broken glass, and jellyfish. My mom would only let us go in the water with shoes on our feet (tennis shoes, not flipflops).
Every time I think about Holly Beach, I think of that old joke about the girl who told her boyfriend to kiss her where it stinks.
[...] Despite all of the devastation, all is not lost as Holly Beach is starting to show signs of life. Camps are gradually being rebuilt, though some people are still fighting their insurance companies or FEMA for reimbursement. Cajuns are a resilient people, so I have no doubt that before we know it, Holly Beach will be restored to its former greatness, and its noble citizens will once again have the true sign of civilization, a drive through daiquiri stand. [...]
My sister-in-law and two of her friends came to visit this weekend from GA. They couldn’t believe the drive-thru daiquiri places. They took pictures of us driving-thru!