Seriously. I don't mean this-is-what-passes-for-gourmet-in-the-hills. The owner was the head chef in a very large French restaurant in Baton Rouge. He chose a lower stress life-style. He knows what he is doing.
My wife had a chicken and apple pizza. The flavors were tantalizing. We couldn't quite identify all of the flavors, but they were outstanding. I had read beans and rice. It sounds humble, but it was the chef's own creation. It had shallots and sweet onions. It had more crunch and subtler flavors than the typical red beans and rice. It was authentic, only better.
The name of the restaurant refers to the menu - a mix of pork dishes and pizzas. As the menu put it, "Creole and Italian". Where else would you find that?
The best thing about the restaurant was it cheerfulness. On Friday night, it was full. There was a lot of conversation across tables and among tables. People just enjoyed being there. In fact, we discovered that another patron was celebrating a birthday, on the same day as my wife's. We sent their table an order of beignets. (That's pronounced ben-yays. If you don't know what they are, you have to visit the French Market on Jackson Square in New Orleans.) Pork and Pie is that kind of restaurant. We went in as strangers and left as friends.