MEETS THE Mekong Mississippi LOUISIANA
’m standing near the water in Venice having one of the best meals of my life. No, not Venice, Italy; not even Venice, California. I’m in Venice, Louisiana, on the Mississippi Delta, 70 miles south of New Orleans. A gaggle of Vietnamese-American fishermen and I are congregating around a plus-sized metal pot of boiled, just-caught shrimp, each of us plucking a morsel from the scalding broth, twisting off the
