Fried Alligator and Frog Legs

We decided to treat ourselves to some traditional Louisiana cuisine last night. We ate at a restaurant called Catfish Junction, and there was plenty of catfish. My mom would have been in fishy heaven.
As we perused the menu, trying desperately to find something that wasn't *too* risky, yet still somewhat local, Drew's eyes fell on one of the two items I was hoping he wouldn't see.
"I WANT ALLIGATOR!" *dang it* he saw it.
After me repeatedly telling him no, and no again, and no a few more times, Daddy compromised and ordered him the "sample" size. We asked the waitress what it tasted like and I'm sure you can guess what she said. "I've heard it tastes like chicken". Seriously, *everything* does not taste like chicken. In fact, I've come across a very select few things that actually taste like chicken. And usually it's something like chicken nuggets, chicken fingers, chicken fried.... chicken.
Anyway, the waitress was trying to take Drew's order when his eyes fell on the other menu item I was hoping he wouldn't see. "I want frog legs! Wait, what are frog legs?"
"Drew, frog legs are actual Frog Legs."
"Oh, I don't think I want that."
He eventually settled on stuffed crab. That he didn't eat.
As for the alligator, he did like that. He got a small dish with about 6 pieces of fried alligator. And no, it didn't taste like chicken. I guess it was a tad fishy, but I didn't try it myself. Husband, Louisa, and Drew tried it. Hunter entertained the other diners by standing in his high chair and singing at the top of his lungs. I assume he was singing something by Ozzy. I wanted to put a hat out on the floor next to his high chair, but no one else thought that was a good idea.
So when you're in Louisiana, try the fried alligator. You might be surprised. And be sure to tip the singing toddler. It's probably us. And yes, he does take requests, as long as it's something on my iPod.