Let me just say: being a Southerner in California — and no, I don’t mean I’m from El Centro — makes me sometimes feel like I’m from another country entirely. And being Cajun in Southern Cali? I might as well be from another planet. The whole concept of eating crawfish, listening to “weird” accordion music, and putting red pepper on every dish makes me an anomaly among my friends. I’ve grown accustomed to scoffing at anyone’s attempt to make decent Cajun food. If I want good gumbo, I go to Louisiana. But occasionally I am pleasantly surprised to find an…