Here's the thing about Repka's. It is everything I love--off the beaten path, not a chain, local fan base, good crawfish at a good price, cold beer in buckets. HOWEVER...it's like a little kid who just pushes and pushes and pushes until you finally lose it. I can handle the parking in a muddy field. I can handle the chaos at getting your name on a list (by standing in the same line as everyone who is trying to pay). I can handle the list-or-no-list conundrum every time we visit (because sometimes you need to sign up, and other times you can just grab a table). I can handle the handful of smokers in a room with ceilings even I can reach. I can handle the unsupervised children running around. I can even handle slow, understaffed service. But when you add in locals skipping to the front of the line, and after 30 minutes, our crawfish being "delivered to the wrong table" and it takes another 20 minutes to get our first batch, even though everyone around us has already been served after being seated after us, and it takes another 20 minutes to get your attention to order more crawfish...um, yeah. Now I remember why we never drive out there, in spite of great crawfish, fun atmosphere, and cold beer.
So...go during the day, or plan to be there for hours, waiting. Waiting to be seated (even though there are plenty of empty tables), waiting to place your order (there appeared to be only four waitresses for the whole place), waiting to get your drinks, waiting to get your food (because someone else got yours), waiting to pay.
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